"Your Majesty, people want a pure enjoyment!" She seems to be a little embarrassed, she whispered.

"What? What is pure enjoyment? When Chen Jiuhan sweated, he dared not think about it.

"Your Majesty, you know!" The devil complained.

"No, I don't know!" Chen Jiu shook his head like a rattle drum, apparently with a clear pretence.

"Your Majesty, don't you have to be told!" The demon made a strange noise. Although Jiao was shy, she still explained with her legs folded: "People want to be beautiful, but they have to do it by themselves, which is not pure. Can you help others?" This is the last request of others!"

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