Several days have passed since Prince Zilin was taken to this shack after being beaten by Qu Xing Xu. He could remember that time when he stumbled inside a room and hid there from his pursuers, trying to throw them out of their games, and escape from their plans of assassinating him.
However, who would have thought that the place he entered was the home of a small wicked beast that pounced on him as soon as he entered the room.
What's more, that small wicked beast turned out to be a young lady with a face that was only described by delusional scholars and drawn by perverted painters.
Prince Zilin could still remember how she tried to hurt him, her hostility and raw killing intent pouring out of her body as if she was naturally born with it.
He tried to keep her from screaming, but she viciously struck him.
What was with this woman? That was his first thought.
