1130 All Men Are Fickle-Minded

Rip… 

The sound of clothes tearing apart echoed.

The surroundings turned silent. The guards, who were screaming just a moment ago, all became stunned. 

Under that man's finger, their leader's robes were ripped apart, her body and fair skin reflecting in everyone's eyes… 

The crowned lady's hair suddenly fanned out, and it continued to flutter with the wind.

Nether King Er Ha, who was hovering in the sky, blinked. Then, a grin spread across his face. 

"Nice body..."

The crowned lady's pupils shrank, and her face suddenly turned red.

Bu Fang couldn't help but rub his forehead...

Buzz…

The crowned lady gritted her teeth, then went ahead and slapped Nether King Er Ha.

Immediately, Nether King Er Ha's figure flew back, but he quickly gained control and landed next to Bu Fang.