Although seductive, she preferred killing even more.
The number of people who died by her hand was countless.
Who had ever seen such a girl-next-door appearance?
Seeing Huang Fuling dressed like this, with such an expression, even Fang Yang couldn't help but be momentarily dazed and narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what the witch was up to this time.
But it cannot be denied...
Such an attire indeed invoked pity.
Especially those two braids, which could be called the finishing touch, irresistibly tempting one to hold them...
Seeing the profoundness in the Demon Lord's eyes, a glimmer of light seemed to sparkle.
Huang Fuling's anxious heart finally relaxed, feeling a surge of joy inside.
As the only direct disciple of the Saintess of Shadow Moon Nunnery, she was quite aware of how astute and sharp her master was.
Especially since her acting, charm, and even posture had all been personally taught by her mentor.
Her mentor knew her like the back of her hand.
