Ning Xuemo spoke, “I wholeheartedly wish that when our head turns white will we part.”
The Demonic Monarch said, “If that is what you wholeheartedly wish, then why are you gathering this many beautiful men for?”
Ning Xuemo smiled innocently. “I must have a few three thousands batches of water, so that I can choose from which ladle I want to drink from.”
The Demonic Monarch smiled lustfully as he picked all the peach blossoms all around her body, “Little Xuemo, for now, you just stay with my ladle. Come here. Come here. My everything is all ready. All that is need is just a little push…”
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