Upon hearing Rakshasa's words, Fang Ze almost didn't react.
After all, the demigods he knew were actually quite decent... Fang Ze thought back to the Flower God and Dahei Jialuo, and suddenly felt he could understand.
It seems demigods are all shameless and thick-skinned guys...
Thinking this, since it's reformation time, Fang Ze wasn't afraid of Rakshasa harming him, so he waved his hand, and those few iron nails flew out of Rakshasa's body, granting her freedom.
However, Rakshasa was clearly not as naive as Fang Ze thought; as soon as she regained her freedom, she began her performance: she feigned weakness all over and slowly slid down the wall. Then... she stretched forth her right hand, bent her waist, slightly raised her butt, and lay on the floor in a seductive posture, then slightly lifted her head, looking pitifully at Fang Ze.
That seductive posture, coupled with her absolutely stunning face, instantly turned the whole atmosphere ambiguous.
