To Be Completely Convinced (8)

Just as the members of the Silver Hands were curious about Shen Yanxiao's whereabouts, a figure appeared before them like lightning.

Shen Yanxiao wore a white robe and was standing before the Silver Hands members with a smile. Hundreds of ribbons could be seen floating on her hands.

"Hey, that belt looks familiar. I think she stole it from my brother," Su Feihuan stared at a certain golden silk belt and said.

Shen Yanxiao smiled. The instant her smile blossomed, the pants of the few hundred members of the Silver Hands slipped down in an instant.

"Ah!!"

Screams of misery sounded one after another, and everyone hastily lifted their pants in panic.

"It's just a small gift, please don't take offense." Shen Yanxiao chuckled and slowly sat down before placing the 'spoils of war' on the table.

Hundreds of hot-blooded men lifted their pants and blushed as they looked at the beautiful Lord.

Beautiful.