C239 The Depressed Ye Qingdi

"Buzz!"

Ye Qingdi's attention was ensnared by a horde of demon slaves, completely oblivious to a Demon Sovereign Seed Blood Essence that had slipped into his forehead.

"Hey, Little Ye, does your flesh have a particularly enticing scent? What else would make those demon slaves track you down like hounds on a scent?"

"You..."

Fuming with rage, Ye Qingdi wondered what Zhang Xuan was implying