Repeat chapter, please block it, reviewer. Thanks.
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Hearing the Rakshasa's words, Fang Ze almost didn't react.
After all, the few Demigods he knew actually had some dignity... Fang Ze recalled the Flower God and Dahei Jialuo and suddenly felt like he could understand.
It seems Demigods are all a bunch of shameless fellows...
Thinking this way, since it was reformation time, Fang Ze wasn't worried about the Rakshasa's tricks against him. So, with a wave of his hand, several iron nails flew out from the Rakshasa's body, granting her freedom once more.
However, the Rakshasa clearly wasn't as simple as Fang Ze thought. As soon as she regained her freedom, she began her performance: she pretended to be weak and frail, slowly sliding down the wall. Then... she extended her right hand forward, lowered her waist, slightly tilted her hips, and lay down on the ground in a seductive posture, then raised her head slightly to look at Fang Ze pitifully.
