As one of the most beautiful women in the Ancient Burial Land, Lang Huan has high standards.
Therefore, she does not fancy any male creatures from the Burial Soil.
But the young man in white in front of her—despite Lang Huan's picky and critical eye—was flawless.
Not only that, he even brought Lang Huan a sense of inferiority.
Almost as if she felt she was not worthy of him.
This feeling, for Lang Huan, was the first time.
Lang Huan's gaze was aggressively directed at Jun Xiaoyao, as if she was going to devour him.
"Little puppy, would you like to be this princess's Holy Guard?" Lang Huan's voice was seductive, and her pink tongue gently licked her red lips.
"Are you insulting me again?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.
"Hehe, this isn't an insult, it's a compliment." Lang Huan's beautiful eyes overflowed with a smile, yet there was a hint of deep thought at the bottom.
"I said before, I'm not here to be a Holy Guard; I'm here to collect maids." Jun Xiaoyao said blandly.
