She had barely unsheathed a few swords before her palms were carved with wounds from the severe recoil.
But even so, she bit her lips and continued to strike out, sword after sword.
...
Inside Xingqing Palace!
The wet gauze dress clinging to the Empress Dowager's body outlined her delicate waistline.
Her eyes were like peach blossoms, casting a fleeting glance as if through a mist, her lips curving into a faint smile.
In front of her, the previously indifferent Demon Lord had eyes that seemed far greedier, standing still, almost obsessively staring at her.
As if he longed to melt her into his bones.
"That's right, this is the obedient Demon Lord. Come, follow me into the hot spring. I want to play a little game with you in the water," she said.
Her voice was as sweet as sugared frosting, and her slender, jade-like hand gently took Fang Yang's arm, leading him towards the hot spring.
With each step, the red bells on her ankles chimed, a clear and pleasant sound ringing out.
