"Surname Yang, a twisted melon never tastes sweet, why must you be so hung up on this matter?"
Zhao Ling couldn't stand it any longer and coldly taunted, "In front of the Ghost Altar, the women you took possession of by every means at your disposal, you didn't care for any of them. People like you only ever have themselves in their hearts. Even facing death, why must you still harm others?"
"In this lifetime, I just like this particular thrill!"
Yang Yuansen shamelessly bared his teeth in a grotesque smile at sisters Bai Wei and Bai Zhi, "Since we're all going to die anyway, you two can't escape either. Why not take these few days to properly taste what a man is like? Hey, I have no other skills, but I'm quite impressive in that regard, I guarantee I can make you sisters ecstatic to heaven!"
"We don't want you!"
Bai Wei was on the verge of crying.
