"He's not violent." Helian Wei Wei smiled and interrupted the Son of the King Of Hell, watching the upright posture of the silhouette in front of her, "He's elegant."
The Son of the King Of Hell with a pacifier in his mouth, laughed at the irony, "He's quite elegant when he kills someone."
Helian Wei Wei was at a loss for words to refute that statement.
"Well, the things that you worry won't happen. I have no intention of changing my mind, again, I will never like him as much as I like anyone else before. I think my mind won't ever change no matter how many years pass. We have already reached Zhuge Manor, you may now knock on the door." Helian Wei Wei thought of letting the child knock on the door, which was the most appropriate way. After all, there were no children when they entered the ancient tomb.
The Son of the King Of Hell smiled evilly and went to the door with his axe on his shoulder.
