Buying Slaves, Rich And Wealthy! (2)

An Lan was even more shameless. His eyes were almost glued to the female demons, and he couldn't pull himself out.

Wang Teng felt that his willpower was really firm. Even a heaven-stage martial warrior was inferior to him.

"Cough!" Wang Teng cleared his throat.

An Lan returned to his senses and smiled sheepishly.

"Introduce them," Wang Teng said to the manager.

"Yes." The manager presented himself appropriately and revealed a professional smile. He then began the introduction.

"This is a shellwoman. They are naturally beautiful and not one of them is ugly. Please look at their skin. Isn't it white and tender? And it's not just that…"

The manager then revealed an ambiguous smile. He leaned in and whispered, "You will know when you try it. They are really great and smooth!"

An Lan's eyes lit up immediately and drool seemed to drip down from the corner of his mouth.

"Am I that kind of person?" Wang Teng asked calmly.