"Hehe..."
Peach's face suddenly reddened with two patches of blush, thickly smeared with white powder base.
In the blink of an eye, she seemed to transform from flesh and blood into the face of a paperman.
'It seems to be an advanced application of shadow puppetry. Peach wasn't made into a shadow puppet paperman, but her fate wasn't much better.'
Fang Xing witnessed this scene with neither sadness nor joy.
His relationship with Peach was merely acquaintance, all debts had been settled.
Seeing Peach like this now, it could only be said to be her own choice.
"It is truly hard to imagine, the little slave from Paperman Valley a hundred years ago, has been promoted to a Yang God True Monarch of her realm, even cultivating the Paper Folding Secret Technique to such depths..."
