In Gus's golden tent, everyone's attention shifted to the girl who had just revealed her true face.
"Are you here to plead for him?" Gus's murky and greedy gaze swept over Hexia like a snake, probably filled with thoughts of coupling at this moment.
Similarly, others in the tent weren't much better off. After all, on this land, most people's lives were tough, often exposed to the elements. Even young women seldom had such fair and tender skin, let alone this girl who was naturally blessed with flawless and dreamlike beauty.
"I'm not pleading; I just want to say that this is my slave, and I cannot let you handle him this way." Her voice was soft, making people feel as if they were bathing in a gentle breeze and clear spring, imbued with a special magic power that made one inevitably enchanted.
If this girl were to sing, it would definitely be extraordinarily pleasing, many present thought.
"Ho ho ho—"
