The immortal divine Palace.
on the eighth floor.
ye feng walked into the bedroom and immediately saw little 9th, he was wearing a thin veil and lying lazily on the soft bed.
A pair of long, slender legs elegantly crossed like a beautiful snake.
something was wrong.
she should be a vixen.
"Master."
Little Nine's watery eyes looked at Ye Feng, her lust was surging, her breath was like orchids, her charming voice was soul-stirring, endlessly charming.
It made Ye Feng's heart itch.
"this vixen."
Ye Feng walked forward. Ever since he saved little nine from the demigod of the Nine Hells, he had not touched him.
"Master, you finally remembered me."
Little Nine's snow-white and slender hands reached out and wrapped around Ye Feng's waist. She looked up at Ye Feng, her eyes were like silk, and her voice was bitter.
Looking at her charming face and red lips, Ye Feng's heart heated up.
