I not only want to stamp him, but naturally, I must engrave my true name on him.
The Demon Lord's true name is like flying his flag over his domain. If another's aura crosses over excessively, my name will naturally resonate, causing you pain."
As she spoke, she gestured a large circle with her hand, looking incredibly provocative: "Little Si Chen, if you obediently choose me to detoxify you, you won't suffer this pain. How about it? This taste isn't pleasant, is it?"
Yun Rong never expected her to go to such crazy extremes. She was trembling with anger, her hand carefully exploring his body.
Indeed, she found a small, inconspicuous Demon Clan character on him.
The character was extremely ancient, something only a King-level demon could learn. Yun Rong couldn't recognize it, let alone know how to suppress it.
Arao's obsessive possessiveness truly reached an extremely perverse level.
She had precisely grasped Yun Rong's reluctance to let him suffer pain.
