In the dim courtyard.
Fang Yang's robe fluttered in the wind, his expression a mix of a smile and not, as he amusingly stared at the frail woman before him.
Xiaodie was taken aback, gazing dumbly at the tall and erect figure, at his handsome face, for a moment she didn't know how to speak, seemingly in disbelief.
The middle-aged man and a group of Blood Rain cult followers were completely dumbstruck as well.
They had been shocked at how easily their Demon Lord had swept away a group of ghosts.
The next moment, they saw the scene of the Demon Lord forcibly taking a village girl.
One could only say...
Worthy of the Demon Lord!
Even in this eerie place, he did not forget to snatch a woman.
Everyone was astounded!
Ye Qinghong and the others, who should have been the most alarmed, remained expressionless, swords in hand, standing by their master's side.
Protecting their master's safety.
