"Do you think I look like an immortal?"
The tall woman wearing a demonic mask asked condescendingly.
Duan Yun and Ziyu looked up, and the first thing they saw was the woman's crotch.
Although her legs were tightly wrapped in fabric, the material clung to her body, revealing her curves with a primitive and highly tempting desire.
And when they looked further up, they saw the towering peaks.
The peaks weren't exactly snow-white but rather bronze-colored. Only by looking further up could you see the masked face.
Because she wore a demonic mask, for a moment, it was as if a giant demon from Hell was questioning them, creating an illusion.
Duan Yun looked at her and said, "You look like an immortal? You look like a damn fool!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a black aura erupted from the Great Heavenly Dog, forming a column and shooting into the sky.
Duan Yun, seeing this, exclaimed in shock, "Holy crap, she's really transforming into something!"
