Xia Qingzi - The Demon Girl Juicing. Chapter 1.... ◆ [SECURE]
"Sorry," she whispered, grinning too wide. "I'm on a new diet."
Qingzi felt a strange hunger. Not for food. For extraction . Xia Qingzi - The Demon Girl Juicing. Chapter 1....
The moment Qingzi plugged it in, the machine whirred to life with a sound like a dying choir. A pomegranate rolled off the counter by itself. It wasn't red. It was black, veined with pulsing orange light. Before she could scream, the juicer's arm grabbed her wrist. "Sorry," she whispered, grinning too wide
Xia Qingzi, Demon Girl Juicer, grabbed her backpack and a straw. " she whispered
The other two bullies ran screaming.
She drank it.
The juicer wasn't a juicer. It was a cursed artifact—an ancient demonic press called .
"Sorry," she whispered, grinning too wide. "I'm on a new diet."
Qingzi felt a strange hunger. Not for food. For extraction .
The moment Qingzi plugged it in, the machine whirred to life with a sound like a dying choir. A pomegranate rolled off the counter by itself. It wasn't red. It was black, veined with pulsing orange light. Before she could scream, the juicer's arm grabbed her wrist.
Xia Qingzi, Demon Girl Juicer, grabbed her backpack and a straw.
The other two bullies ran screaming.
She drank it.
The juicer wasn't a juicer. It was a cursed artifact—an ancient demonic press called .