"Not bad."
"In this state, Princess, you've finally piqued my interest."
In the bridal chamber, illuminated by red candles.
Bai Feng sat at the head of the bed, looking at Lin Qianqian, who was tightly bound.
It turns out.
This ancient treasure from the Hehuan Sect was gifted to him by Murong Qi from Black Moon City at the Youluo Palace's founding celebration.
Once Lin Qianqian's four limbs are tied, she has no chance to absorb his Innate Demon Qi!
Lin Qianqian buried her head deep, her voice as soft as a mosquito's: "Demon Lord, this... really... really okay?"
"You feel uncomfortable?"
Bai Feng slightly raised an eyebrow.
"No..."
Lin Qianqian bit her lip, "I just think... the Demon Lord's preferences are a bit too sensational, and I find it difficult to accept in my heart."
Bai Feng sneered, "Didn't you vow earlier to devote your entire being to serving me? This is just the beginning."
"Just... the beginning?"
