Between a heart as still as water and a heart rippling with desire...
There was only one Huang Fuling.
But... if these were all the tricks she had...
He could still force himself to endure them and dismiss them with disdain.
Yet Huang Fuling seemed to see through his thoughts and simply gave him a radiant smile.
Then, with a shake of her sleeve, a coarse hemp rope flew out of her dragon robe, spun through the air, and dropped in an instant.
It bound her outright.
The binding was even more elaborate than that of the protector from the Heavenly Yin Sect before.
It was so rough, so savage.
It dug red marks into her snow-white skin, perfectly outlining her figure.
Then she raised her head.
Her eyes brimmed with plaintive longing, rippling like spring water. At some point, she had taken a red leather whip between her lips.
She gazed wistfully at Fang Yang, her eyes full of hope and anticipation.
"I! The Female Emperor of the Tang Kingdom!"
"Have wronged the Demon Venerable and the Blood Rain Cult! I trespassed into the Demon Venerable Pavilion and committed a grievous offense."
"Please punish me harshly, Demon Venerable. Show me no mercy!"
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Chapter 86: The Demon Venerable's First Stirring of Desire (3,200 Words, Please Subscribe)
"..."
Fang Yang froze on the spot.
He looked at the pitifully lovely Huang Fuling, then at the leather whip between her lips.
His blood surged.
As though something were gradually awakening.
It made his robes stir slightly, his mouth and throat dry.
Of course, he could have driven Huang Fuling straight out at that moment and made her leave the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
But for some reason, he simply could not get those words