With the Scaled Dragon-Devil King now dead, would Crown Prince Jiao dare to make further trouble?
"Well, Brother Jiao, we can catch up on brotherly bonds later, I need to attend to two guests right now."
Having pacified his good brother, Ji Changsheng turned his attention to the two witches from the Devil Sect.
No need to mention Ren Suqiong; she was a familiar face.
But it was his first time meeting Meng Zhenzhen.
"Meng Zhenzhen of the Hehuan Sect?"
Meng Zhenzhen smiled and bowed in greeting, her eyes filled with tender feelings, as if undulating ripples on the water: "Nice to meet you, Elder Ji."
Ji Changsheng and Meng Zhenzhen exchanged a glance.
Herm seemed to be using a charm ability.
So he brought out the "Devil Lust Sutra" quietly.
One second later.
Ji Changsheng still had not registered the event.
Meng Zhenzhen suddenly blushed, making a soft sounds, and collapsed directly in the grand hall.
Then she blurted out, "Master."
Everyone was bewildered.
