In the palace chamber, the atmosphere instantly tensed up.
It was like a drawn sword and a cocked crossbow.
Fang Yang, with his robes fluttering, almost crushed the Demon Lord card in his hand.
At this moment...
Huang Fuling realized things had gone too far, biting her lip as she crawled off the bed, her thin undergarments sheer as cicada wings, exposing vast expanses of white skin.
Her body wasn't as voluptuous as the queen's, nor her looks as stunning that could overthrow cities and nations.
But she exuded a unique charm that could stir people's hearts to the utmost.
Fragrant breezes brushed the face; her slender waist swayed.
She walked slowly towards Fang Yang and gently knelt before him, her undergarments stretched tight, outlining a beautiful and heart-stopping curve.
Then, she lifted her head.
Her eyes rippled like spring water, filled with deep resentment.
She stared intently at Fang Yang.
"Is it you?!"
Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, recognizing her at once.
