The wind howled, blowing Ye Qinghong's hair strands, making her tall ponytail dance in the air.
Her gaze grew more and more resolute,
and a chilling radiance emitted from her pupils.
Yet her heart pondered something else.
Tonight, perhaps it was time to let her master scrutinize her body from top to bottom with great care, and she, too, would massage her master.
By the way, to thoroughly determine if her master could really be a person of the Tao,
...
Inside Purple Moon Tower, all had dispersed.
Gong Yajun sat cross-legged on a jade cushion.
She held a string of Buddha Beads in her hands, her eyes hazy as she recalled the Demon Lord's towering and domineering figure.
How arrogant these demons of the devil's path were, each one so unruly and wild.
But in front of the Demon Lord, didn't they all obediently bow their heads?
Just like her, kneeling before the Demon Lord, raising her head to dispel the Evil Qi.
All thoroughly conquered by the Demon Lord.
