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Inside the White Jade Flyer, the atmosphere was especially enchanting.
The Demon Empress Qiu Yuan Dai and the Demon Consort Wen Chanyi were both lying in Fang Yang's embrace, their faces blushed like peach blossoms, brows slightly furrowed.
Beads of fragrant sweat oozed from their foreheads, eyes tightly closed, and their faces were full of a misty allure.
They were as seductive as could be, clearly immersed in the intense pleasure of the moment.
Their bodies yielded to Fang Yang's broad, sizzling palms, gently gliding over their long dresses, providing them with the gentlest of massages.
Moreover, it was a massage targeted at their buds.
Meanwhile, Situ Danyue was leaping into the scene from the outside, like a floating flame, lifting the heavy curtain of rain and sweeping into the flyer.
Expressionless, radiating a faint killing intent, she was prepared to vent her hatred upon her master.
