Inside the tent, Shui Yaoyao's eyes were filled with tears, swollen like walnuts.
"Yaoyao, you are being too reckless. You dared to drug Chi Ye, you should have known it would end like this..."
The Demon King Tongtian was so furious he couldn't even complete a sentence.
"Father, it's ruined, everything is ruined. I feel so dirty, those men, they violated me, I don't want to live anymore, don't try to stop me."
Shui Yaoyao, with her hair in disarray, rushed forward to grab the war saber from Demon King Tongtian's waist.
When Shui Yaoyao woke up, she found herself **** by a group of prisoners.
In her anger, she slashed that group of captives to death with wild swings of the blade.
The prisoner tent was filled with the stench of blood.
After returning, she repeatedly scrubbed her body, wishing she could peel her skin off.
Yet, in her mind, the humiliating scene of her being drugged played over and over.
A slap landed heavily on Shui Yaoyao's face.
