"..."
Fang Yang's robes swirled.
Is he standing?
At such a dangerous moment.
It's simply...
Overcome by lust!
"Get out!"
"Get out of my Demon Lord's Pavilion!"
He waved his sleeve, unleashing a violent gust of wind that directly knocked Huang Fuling off the throne.
But Huang Fuling didn't care at all; after putting her clothes back on,
Thump! Thump!
She slapped her chest twice, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth.
In the end, she looked at Fang Yang pitifully and said in a plaintive voice,
"Huang Fuling, the eternal slave of the Demon Lord, takes her leave!"
...
Soon after Huang Fuling left, a faint fragrance of orchids still filled the Demon Lord's Pavilion.
Cold and light, refreshing to the mind and spirit.
And it kept teasing his heart, making it itch.
Fang Yang decided to give himself a cold shower, hoping to suppress these emotions forcefully.
So...
He chose to draw a lot.
