Damn it!
The very thing he feared had come to pass; he had always wanted to keep this matter hidden, but now the Western Wasteland Demon Lord had grasped everything.
Using prohibitions, he took pictures of these scenes, and judging by the looks of it, while Fang Yang fought fiercely with the Demon Head, the other party might have been hiding nearby, secretly peeking. It was only because he was too consumed by anger that his mind was clouded, failing to detect that figure.
Crack!
Crack!
Grinding his teeth, time seemed to freeze for him. The mirror continued to flicker, and those images gradually became clearer. In the pictures, Qiu Yuan Dai's complexion was flushed with desire, her eyes brimming with intense emotion, tightly embracing Fang Yang. His burning hands were placed on her exquisite curves, wantonly defiling her.
And from deep within her throat, she let out a sticky moan.
