Hearing this, Little Wang Cai, who had been burying his head in his brother's arms just now, was suddenly startled.
The little body trembled, and the little head suddenly raised.
"Brother...brother, what did you say? Why do you still want to kill the Female Devil?"
Zhao Lin said coldly: "Didn't I tell you just now? The hatred between us and the Sacred Phoenix Clan will never end! I have sworn a long time ago that in my lifetime, as long as I see a cultivator from the Sacred Phoenix Clan, I will not let one go, I will kill each one I see!"
"You...brother, how could you do this?! The Female Devil has no enmity against us..."
Zhao Lin had a look of hatred on his face, "Did everything I just said was in vain? Have you forgotten how those clan members died?"
Little Wang Cai was speechless. Facing the angry Zhao Lin, he was obviously a little scared.
