Lucas glanced over at Ye Youlong, and immediately his eyes glowed with a green light—the epitome of a stunning beauty!
This cold and sublime temperament, this incredibly beautiful face, is simply more gorgeous than any woman he had ever seen!
"Sharaf, I'm getting a bit envious of you. If I had known earlier, I would have applied to join this battle of contention."
"Aren't you afraid of dying? I've always said, the risk is proportional to the reward!"
"An old Longxia saying goes, 'Even in death under the peony, a ghost's life remains romantic!' Damn it, such a superb beauty is going to be all yours to enjoy." Lucas was filled with regret.
"Haha, and this time, it's not even certain that we'll die!"
Sharaf's pride was boundless, and his gaze toward Ye Youlong was filled with lecherous intent; he even had already thought through how he'd ravage her in the Secret Realm.
A Life and Death Contract?
Heh heh, with this contract, it's bound to be thrilling when the time comes.
