Ji Yan didn't know why, but Shao Xin kept staring at herself after coming in.

She was wrapped into a silkworm chrysalis, and the magic vine wrapped her around her circle after circle, so that she could only obediently shrink to one side, motionless, with red cheeks, not knowing whether it was angry or shameful.

Yin Xuezhuo sat on the high seat of the throne, with an indifferent face set against the throne made of profound iron, showing that he was quite a bit of an aura of the Lord of the Demon Realm who was not angry with himself.

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