"..."
Fang Yang was struck dumb on the spot.
Looking at the pitiful Huang Fuling, then at the whip held in her mouth.
He felt a rush of hot blood.
As if something within him was slowly awakening.
Causing his robe to flutter slightly, his mouth dry and tongue parched.
At this moment, he naturally could have sent Huang Fuling away, making her leave the Demon Lord's abode.
But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say the words today, and instead, a sinful thought arose in his heart.
However, that thought did not linger long before he swept it from his mind.
Stay calm! He must remain calm!
As the Demon Lord, how could he be tempted by beauty?
So... he extended his hand, pressing it on her head, and said in a husky voice,
"Protector Huang, it seems I have told you before not to play with fire, lest the flames grow too large for you to control."
"But this servant enjoys fluttering into the flames and...if one hand isn't enough, there are always two."
"..."
