Although Mingyuan had no idea what a Belly Dance was, the name alone sounded thoroughly indecent!
He regretted not choosing truth.
Yu Tingchao snorted with laughter. Watching the damned Demon Venerable get put in his place felt wonderful.
Ning Xiang quietly took out a Recording Pearl.
[Say no more. I'm recording this so I can blackmail Ming Old Dog later!]
Mingyuan's chilly gaze landed on Ning Xiang.
Ning Xiang was baffled. "According to the rules, you're not allowed to back out, Lord Demon Venerable."
Mingyuan crushed the slip of paper in his hand. He could tell at a glance that the handwriting was Ning Xiang's.
He parted his lips and asked, "But I don't know what a Belly Dance is. Why doesn't the person who wrote this demonstrate?"
If the girl danced for him, he wouldn't mind performing one in front of everyone.
Of course, the girl only needed to dance for him alone. He couldn't let those other rotten men reap the benefits.
Would Ning Xiang dig a pit for herself?
Of course not.
"I'll find you a model."
With that, Ning Xiang turned her back. When she turned around again, she was holding a little figure folded from paper.
The paper figure landed on the ground and transformed into... Demon King Zhu Yu?
And the Demon King was dressed rather-how to put it-skimpily and alluringly, with a distinctly exotic flair, even exposing his sharply defined abs.
Everyone: "???"
What was this supposed to be?
Xia Buyan immediately covered Jiang Miaomiao's eyes.
Yu Tingchao was just about to cover Ning Xiang's eyes, but before he could reach them, she slapped his hand away.
Then everyone watched as Zhu Yu extended his arms, swayed his waist and belly seductively, and began to dance.
Everyone's first reaction was: if the Demon