It's often said,
A man's mouth, is a lying ghost.
And then it's said,
A woman's lips, are soul-capturing hooks.
No problem with both statements.
As time flew by, three days passed in a blink of an eye.
At noon,
Yulian opened her eyes in a daze.
Her eyes met a pure white ceiling. A perplexed expression gradually appeared on her face, showing she was suspecting if she was dreaming.
Three days!
A whole three days!
Having lived for over a hundred years, Yulian never thought.
She, a Great Demon, would sob and beg like a weak woman.
As a Seventh Realm Monster, how formidable was her physical strength?
To make her plead was an impossible thing.
Even if hit with high-grade Immortal Items, she would just suffer heavy blows, howl once and consider herself defeated.
However, facts speak louder than words.
With tears running down her face and her cheeks covered, Yulian really wished to burrow into the ground.
She surrendered herself to Li Jing.