บท 1581: When Your Wives Are Stronger

Varian's lips trembled and no sound came out of his throat.

Yeah, how could he ask if they're fine now?

A thousand years!

Even though a normal divine ranker wouldn't mind a thousand-year seclusion, they weren't normal. They just entered their 20s and never went into a even decade old closed doors practice.

Most of all—

"You bastard!"

Varian was pulled into a hug before he could respond. And two fists kept hitting his back incessantly.

"Idiot!"

"Scoundrel!"

"A thousand years!"

"I don't know!"

"I hate you!"

His shoulder dampened with warm tears. The fists hitting him loosened and hugged his waist tight, as if they would never let go.

The snow mountains began to melt at a visible rate and it began to rain.

"Haaa~"

Varian sighed deeply, feeling both sorry and regretful.

'Huh?'

Something hit him from behind and then someone hugged him violently while biting the other shoulder.