Deep inside, she felt a heart-rending humiliation.
This fiend had gone too far!
She recited Buddhist scriptures inwardly, overwhelmed by grief and indignation. Only after a long while did she manage to calm down and say through gritted teeth,
"Demon Venerable, I never imagined you had such perverse tastes. I can do that, but you have to take off your shoes."
"???"
Fang Yang's breath caught as he frowned at her.
He was more than a little shocked.
He kept feeling that this woman had the same sort of air about her as Huang Fuling.
For instance, they both liked being punished harshly by him...
Both had thoughts that had wandered off to who knew where.
And...
Both had masochistic tendencies.
He wondered which of the two would prove stronger if they competed.
But he could not be bothered to say much and questioned her directly.
"Why did you trespass on my Blood Rain Cult's Back Mountain? And why did you attempt to assassinate me stark naked?"
His icy words pierced straight into her soul, every word making Gong Yajun tremble a little.
So...
The fiend had meant to interrogate her, not make her perform that shameful act.
She had barely managed to retain some dignity.
She breathed a small sigh of relief, the grief and indignation inside her easing considerably. Yet mixed in with that was a trace of disappointment.
Should I tell him the truth or not?
She hesitated.
She did not know whether she should speak.
The next instant...
Crack!
Fang Yang lashed her with a Primordial Spirit Whip, making her shudder again as pain surged from her soul.
It nearly broke her.
"Everyone outside should know the fearsome reputation of the Blood Rain Demon Venerable. I enjoy killing, but I enjoy torturing people even more. Do