Leng Er's body shivered slightly as she sensed her father's suspicions, and the words that were about to leave her lips were abruptly swallowed back.
Satan's voice softened somewhat, "The Black General Clan is the closest to humans in our Hell, and it possesses exceptional talents. Leng Er, since you have acquired human emotions, let your father choose a consort prince for you. I think, no matter how good humans are, they cannot compare to the outstanding Black General Clan of our Hell. Of course, if you wish, daddy can choose more talents from Hell for you. After all, my daughter is so outstanding that having numerous male consorts is only appropriate. They will always serve by your side, and no one dares to make my daughter sad."
"No, daddy, I don't want this," Leng Er cried out in alarm.
