Old Ox was furious, and the consequences were serious. He mounted his steed and flew out without taking a single subordinate. Lesser demons were nothing but cannon fodder. They could scare mortals, but had no other skills; bringing them along would just get them killed. As soon as he left, Monkey followed. He actually wanted to help, but he was a born rogue. Asking him to speak politely was worse than killing him.
As they set off, Qin Fen opened the video feed and watched closely.
The Golden-Winged Roc's cave abode was bustling that day. White Elephant and Golden Lion both came out. "Little brother, what's all this about? Why did you snatch a woman and bring her back?"
"You don't understand! Come on, little lady, do that pole-pole dance for me!" The Golden-Winged Great Peng was full of anticipation. Since Dong Re had come up with the idea, there had to be something to it.
What dance? The two Demon Kings, Golden Lion and White Elephant, froze, completely baffled. But they understood the words "steel pole." How imposing! Was this some kind of battle dance? Just imagining it got their blood pumping. One immediately waved a large hand. "Bring that big flagpole outside in here for this young lady to dance with! Miss, you must be strong. That thing weighs several hundred pounds!"
Qin Fen's mouth fell open. That was brutal. A giant flagpole!
Pigsy nearly spat blood. Unfortunately, he didn't dare speak, still remembering Nie Xiaoqian's instructions. As he bottled up his misery, his eyes darted evasively. Damn, that bashful expression was enough to kill a spectator.
Oh, this little wench has some charm. Roc stared, transfixed. All the women in his cave abode were female asuras, wild and uninhibited, with no idea what restraint even meant. Roc