Hearing Larilo's classic rap, Qiu Tu sat back with his legs crossed, calmly seated there with a smile, listening contentedly.
He didn't care.
The enemy's breakdown was just an accolade of victory.
Therefore, the fiercer Larilo cursed, the more pleasurable it was for Qiu Tu.
After several minutes of cursing and noticing Qiu Tu was increasingly enjoying it, Larilo finally realized something was off.
She stopped her profanities and, looking at Qiu Tu with disdain, said, "You're not a masochist, are you?"
"How come the more I curse at you, the happier you are?"
As she said that, her eyes shifted, and then she sat down on the altar, stretching out her delicate little feet in a gesture of offering and said, "Would you like sister to step on your ding-ding with her little jojo?"
Qiu Tu: ...
This Evil God is truly fucking perverted!
Before Qiu Tu could even speak,
