In Pear Garden, petals fell like a shower of flowers.
Each pear blossom was so pure, so beautiful, that at this moment, they danced freely in the sky.
It was as if they had become a layer of hazy mist, and within the mist, Wen Chanyi bit her lip, her skin as beautiful as snow, tender as peach blossoms.
Desire spread, flames burned.
Under the terrible desire, her body trembled slightly, feeling wave upon wave of sensation, attacking her relentlessly.
Then, through the Demon Lord's disciple's divine sense, it was transmitted to a far, far away place.
At this moment, she was not quite clear about her feelings toward the Demon Lord.
But none of that mattered anymore. What she needed to do was to drag the Demon Lord's disciple down with her.
To make the Demon Lord and the disciple engage in something close to dual cultivation, such a forbidden love would surely drive the Demon Lord to madness and anger.
