The Formless Demon Body activated, filling his eyes with savage cruelty.
He wanted to seize this vixen by her fox ears and teach her a harsh lesson, letting her learn just how brutal he, the Demon Venerable, could be.
"Demon Venerable, I am Yingning. With such a beautiful night before us, why not let me grace your side with fragrant sleeves, play the flute, and entertain you, so that the fury in your heart might ease a little..."
Huang Fuling spoke plaintively, her eyes hazy.
Just as she was about to approach Fang Yang, she felt a bone-piercing chill.
Then came the chilling Sword Qi.
Countless strands of Sword Qi rippled like a cold pool, filling the Flying Carriage.
Accompanying them was the icy sound of a sword being drawn, like metal striking stone.
"Huang Protector, is this how you massage my master?"
Chapter 118: In the Future, I Will Become Master's Wife
His voice was like autumn rain, his aura like white frost.
An icy atmosphere spread through the Flying Carriage.
Dressed in blue, Ye Qinghong rested the Azure Shadow Sword across his knees, his eyes reflecting that alluring figure.
Although he was devoted to the sword,
and understood little of worldly affairs,
he at least knew that someone giving a proper massage would not dress like this.
Much less wear such a watery, plaintive look in her eyes.
This so-called Huang Protector clearly intended to seduce his master right in front of him, the Blood Rain Cult's eldest disciple.
Although this Huang Protector very likely did not know that his master was impotent,
even so, he still did not want this vicious woman of ill repute approaching his master.
Although he did not understand where this feeling came from either, dislike was dislike.
A swordsman like him had