Chapter 811: Banquet

Dumps did not advocate directly spying on the Lord's true state.

Let alone whether Han Dong could resist the mental pressure and various images that could evoke primal fear.

Such spying was in itself a kind of impolite behavior.

Fortunately, Han Dong was secretly spying through a hidden Little Demon Eye. The Lord seemed not to notice, or perhaps noticed but did not care too much.

As Dumps quietly gave a massage,

Han Dong, gradually calming down under the mask, revealed a satisfied smile and transmitted his thoughts:

"Taking a look won't kill anyone... besides, I indeed saw some 'critical' things."

"Oh, how critical?"

"Critical enough to deduce the 'essence'; let's talk when we return to the bedroom."

The two under the mask ceased to communicate.

The candlelight flickered,

The Lord floated slowly down from the second floor of the banquet hall and landed precisely in the master seat.

The hands that carried the sun and moon remained unchanged,