"Damn demon, enjoying himself quite a bit, hooking up with so many women here. Is mouth-to-mouth wine feeding really that special? Anyone can do it. Let the smart princess consort here do it, and I will definitely serve you comfortably."
Han Lingxuan stood to the side, staring at Fang Yang, who was perched upon the throne, muttering under her breath, the more she looked, the angrier she became.
She also used her clever brain to ponder how to snatch the Demon Lord back, but no matter how hard she tried, her mind was all muddled.
This left her unsatisfied and pounding her head.
She believed that it must be the Illusion Moon Tower affecting her performance, even reducing her intelligence quite a bit.
So, with a stern face, her expression serious, her phoenix eyes continually swept over the group of enchantresses.
Glaring once, and then glaring again.
Trying to make these seductresses realize what kind of existence they had provoked.
