Hong Ying's gaze traveled up from the Nether King's slender calves, sweeping past her lush, crossed thighs and her waist slender enough to encircle with one hand. It lingered over her proud, towering curves before slowly moving up along her snow-white swan neck.
Then he saw an exquisitely beautiful face that was now wholly indifferent and cold.
Within those slightly narrow, alluring eyes was a faint, crazed scarlet gleam.
Hong Ying's heart tightened.
Long ago, he had heard sect elders speak of the Seventh Prison Lord. They all said that while she appeared seductive and affectionate, she was in truth the most heartless of all!
There was a crazed, ruthless streak in her nature. Anyone she regarded as an enemy would meet an incomparably miserable end.
Yet Hong Ying was not alarmed.
He had long known that the Seventh Prison Lord before him was merely an incarnation, while her main body remained trapped within Unjustly Dead City to this day!
"My lady, there is no need for you to be angry. It is merely dual cultivation, and it would bring immense benefits to us both. Moreover, when you return to the sect one day, you could continue serving as a prison lord. Why not?"
Hong Ying smiled calmly. "Surely you do not wish to go to the Moth Larva Blood Cave and become some insignificant chief sacrificer?"
In his eyes, the Nether King, with lips red as flame and skin fairer than snow, was like a blazing fire that had thoroughly detonated every desire and urge to conquer within him.
A woman like her was simply a calamity-inducing demoness capable of toppling kingdoms, an unparalleled beauty who could turn all living beings upside down!
The Nether King fell silent.
Her slender, jade-white fingers gradually clenched tight, only to loosen again