The demoness's legs were wrapped tightly around the Devil's monk's torso, her face peeking out from the shelter of his shoulders, looking flirtatiously at Wang Zijia. There was a flush of red on her cheeks, and she seemed out of breath but not averse to the contact.
It seemed like Wang Zijia had pulled her out in the course of battle.
Strangely enough, Wang Zijia noticed glimmers of spiritual light in her eyes!
Wang Zijia: "..."
What the hell was this monk? How did he incubate his devilish thoughts into such a bizarre form?
Did he have a serious illness?!
Or did this thing evade even the control of an enlightened master monk?
No doubt, this object was no simple matter. If used in the outer world, he may not have been able to control it!
