"Bang!"
The palace doors were shattered into pieces by a tremendous force.
The Bull Demon King transformed into a black tornado, charging directly into the main hall, a mixed iron stick raised high above his head, and then... there was no 'and then.'
The scene inside the hall was completely different from what he had imagined; not a single dirty picture was in sight.
His wife, Lady Rakshasa, and the maids were all neatly dressed and carried themselves with dignity, and the two unfamiliar men were also properly attired.
"I..."
The Bull Demon King, still holding the mixed iron stick high, momentarily didn't know how to react.
"Bull, what did you mean by that?"
Lady Rakshasa was both angry and enraged, "I have always been strict with my household. I was a righteous female immortal before marrying you. And after our marriage, I've led a quiet life, there's not a single youth in the house, nor have I overstepped any boundaries.
