Wang Dadong rubbed his hands, ready to carry Duanmu Xinger away.
However, Duanmu Xinger was already prepared that once the old bachelor touched her, she would slap him into a meat paste.
The reason Duanmu Xinger hadn't acted wasn't because she cared about a mortal's life, but she didn't want Wang Dadong to see her awkward situation when he returned.
Wait?
Why should I care about his feelings?
Duanmu Xinger suddenly felt she was acting strangely.
She is one of the gods, and now a super entity known as the Demon Lord. She has always acted independently, defying all rules, so why should she care about a man's feelings?
What's wrong with me?
Could it be that I've fallen for him?
Impossible, impossible!
Duanmu Xinger quickly expelled this absurd idea from her mind.
At this point, the old bachelor was already in front of Duanmu Xinger, just a few centimeters away, and showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, he attempted to kiss her.
But even then, Duanmu Xinger hadn't moved.
