บท 1105: Roman's Desperation

Tang Shaoyang witnessed the yellow liquid from Young Master Mistovel's crotch freeze in the air as the bad smell entered his nose. It seemed Young Master Mistovel was not aware that he pissed himself as his attention focused on the towering figure. His body trembled as his pupils shook at the sight of Avyn's original form.

It was as if Young Master Mistovel encountered the most terrifying thing in his life for the first time. Avyn was not satisfied with the result as she came closer to Young Master Mistovel's face. His eyes went upward and turned out, passing out the moment their faces were just three meters apart.

"You have humiliated him enough, no? This should be enough." Tang Shaoyang threw the guy to the side.