"Little monk, little monk, where's your Immovable Ming King Body? Why don't you let it come out?"
Yun Yan's voice constantly echoed in the monk's ear. After temporarily occupying Lu Chuan's body, Yun Yan displayed a power even more formidable than Lu Chuan had imagined. Her whispers, like a bone-attached sore, were impossible to shake off, repeatedly assaulting the monk's Divine Sense!
"What's so good about being a monk? You can't eat, can't see, can't touch. Don't you want to touch me?"
Yun Yan's fragrant shoulder was half-exposed, her eyes mesmerizingly seductive, shyly glancing at the monk.
It was very strange. Clearly, Yun Yan was occupying Lu Chuan's body at the moment, without changing its appearance in any way, yet with just a bit of teasing, she made the monk restless.
It can only be said that charm is not an appearance but a feeling. As the former Demon King of the Nine-tailed Fox Tribe, Yun Yan clearly knew how to grasp that degree.
