With the burly monks coming and going, violently colliding, Lin Lang's body couldn't help but convulse.
If it weren't for soaking in the hot spring pool, you could already see her clear stream flowing straight down, water overflowing the golden mountain.
The intense pleasure on her body, however, could not truly make Lin Lang's heart happy.
In the depths of her bewildered eyes, there was only hatred.
One day, she would make the damned monks of the Esoteric Sect exhaust all their life essence on her.
After the burly monk roared like a tiger, waves of scorching warm flow crazily impacted Lin Lang's delicate petals.
Once finished, the burly monk clasped his hands, saluted Lin Lang, and then left, satisfied.
But before Lin Lang could get up from the hot spring pool, a very young monk from the Esoteric Sect impatiently jumped into the pool.
He didn't care whether Lin Lang was enjoyed by his senior brothers or uncles just now.
