"Huh?"
Everyone was going insane.
Was this Moh Wudao really a raving lunatic? A masochist who got more and more excited the more he was slapped in the face?
What a bizarre fetish!
"Moh Wudao, are you all right?" Huangg Ling broke out in a cold sweat.
'I never noticed he had this kind of hobby when we were acquainted. Why did he change the moment he met Nie Yun...?'
"I'm fine, Lord Yun! Please, keep hitting me! I want you to slap me. Ravage me! Just ravage me, and I'll do anything you ask..." Ignoring Huangg Ling's question, Moh Wudao continued to plead, his eyes filled with yearning.
"Damn..."
"Pervert..."
"He can't be... Ugh, I feel sick..."
Seeing the eternally powerful Celestial Eye Master, Moh Wudao, acting this way, everyone gasped, their faces twitching uncontrollably.
'I've only ever heard of some women getting more excited the more they're hit. What's with this guy being the same?'
