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Hong Ying’s gaze traveled up the Netherworld King’s slender calves, crossing her ample thighs and squeezable waist. His gaze circled her prideworthy chest before finally slowly traveling up her snowy, swan-like neck.
It was only then that he saw her beautiful but utterly cold, cruel, and indifferent face.
Those slightly elongated, bewitching eyes shone with a hint of blood-red fanaticism.
Hong Ying was instantly solemn.
A long time ago, he’d discussed the Seventh Warden with some of the sect’s old-timers. They all said that although the Seventh Warden looked like an amorous, enchanting beauty, she was the most heartless of them all!
She was frenzied and vicious by nature. Anyone she viewed with enmity met an incomparably cruel end.
However, Hong Ying didn’t panic.
He’d long since understood that the Seventh Warden in front of him was merely an avatar. Her true body was still confined in the City of the Wrongfully Dead.
“Your Excellency, you needn’t be angry. It’s just dual cultivation, and it’ll benefit us both. Besides, when the day comes that you return to the sect, you’ll be able to pick up your duties where you left off. Why refuse?” Hong Ying smiled...
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