The True and False Xiong Zhuangzhuang
“Thou shalt not approach any further!” Yu Xiaoyu clutched the starbreaker hammer tightly, her voice trembling as she shouted at the demon in front of her, who was leering at her with a twisted smile.
Facing her was a male demon, bare-chested with black scales on his face. His gaze was lascivious, and his lips, adorned with two sharp fangs, glistened with a chilling glimmer.
He eagerly displayed his robust chest muscles in front of Yu Xiaoyu.
Yu Xiaoyu felt a wave of nausea.
This demon not only looked ugly but was also repulsive. Most importantly, his thoughts were disgustingly impure.
“Ugh~ Ugh~”
Whether it was due to extreme nervousness or simply unbearable disgust, Yu Xiaoyu suddenly bent over and retched twice.
Male demon: !!!
Contempt!
It was a blatant display of contempt!
The male demon no longer had the intention to engage with Yu Xiaoyu. He reached behind him and pulled out a wolf-tooth club, towering over a person’s height.