"Bao Ying, Prince of Grace! May the radiance of our god shine upon every corner of the continent!"
Bao Ying laughed merrily, and his voluptuous figure approached Masak. His round and succulent body even leaned against Masak.
"Masak, Knight, our god will grant you the richest of rewards. Come with me…"
Zheng Cheng looked down and had to admit, as a prince of the Seductive Snake Demon Tribe, Bao Ying's figure was truly curvaceous, with soft skin, and those ample valleys firmly captivated Zheng Cheng's gaze.
Despite his lower half being serpentine, it was smooth and delicate – even more tender than a baby's skin.
Moreover, the body of such a different species added an oddly alluring charm.
Guided by Bao Ying, Zheng Cheng and company quickly entered the vicinity of the Temple.
"Which Devil God does the Seductive Snake Demon Tribe worship?"
Zheng Cheng looked up at the Temple, filled with darkness, oppression, and madness.