"???"
The coquettish words caused Fang Yang's mouth to twitch, and his forehead to be covered in black lines.
Only when he lifted his head did he realize that the other party was leisurely watching him, with eyes full of resentment and tightly pursed crimson lips.
The very picture of yielding to one's bidding.
The fitted long dress emitted a faint fragrance, causing ripples in one's mind.
Was this really a demon sect, or a brothel?
Damn it!
The atmosphere has been tainted by Chunqing Hall!
Fang Yang couldn't help but criticize inwardly, without any hesitation, he pointed his finger and touched the other's forehead.
Huang Fuling's three flowers on top of her head also dimmed quickly, her realm falling to the Grandmaster stage.
But for some reason, Fang Yang felt that as he extended his finger, the other's crimson lips seemed to part slightly.
As if wanting to draw his finger in.
"Illusion! It must be an illusion!"
