Xiang Ningmeng did not wear any extra metal accessories. Instead, she was holding a white fur ball that looked like a raccoon's tail.
"Aiya, my dear junior Xiang Ningmeng, don't think like that, after all, with my style, have I ever gone somewhere and not met such a large number of mediocre lechers?"
"They are just a group of mortals without ability, strength, courage, and self-awareness. If not for the fact that we are at the Yan Shen Empire's Gu Dao Convention, I would have killed them all long ago."
Bai Yao said these words calmly, as if this was a matter of course.
And the beautiful young lady standing beside Bai Yao seemed to agree with her words.
She gently came to Bai Yao's side and half-squatted down. She reached out her hands and gently held Bai Yao's left hand, which was playing with her hair, and pulled it in front of her, then, she said in a coquettish manner.
