Chapter 725: Reaching Out to Grab Little Angel

Anthony smiled and said, "Goddess of Beauty Fist is only for enemies and our own, are you an enemy or are you one of us?"

"One of us, one of us, I'm a devout follower of the Devil King, a genuine one of us," Pink Hem said, patting her chest.

Anthony ignored the dazzling, tender whiteness. Enchanting Demons are naturally alluring, every move they make is a display of charm, sometimes it's not on purpose—it's just instinct.

"Ha ha, you're already quite charming, no need for the Goddess of Beauty Fist." Anthony dodged the 'one of us' phrase, his implication being that he didn't consider her one of them.

But the Enchanting Demon's thought process clearly didn't work that way, as she said resentfully, "You're lying. If I really were charming, you wouldn't avoid looking at me."

"I'm too old," Anthony said unaffectedly, "I have the spirit, but not the strength."