"Thank you for not killing me, my Lord." The middle-aged man quickly kowtowed. In fact, he was quite aggrieved. A dignified Hierarch was like a grandson in front of a flower, submissive and obedient. This made him feel quite unbalanced. One should know that Hierarch was the top master in the divine world, but as long as he thought of his master's magical means, he could not even have the slightest thought of betraying her. Not to mention, his life was still in the hands of his master! Therefore, even if he felt that it was unfair, he had to accept it. This was the sorrow of being a subordinate.
"Good luck," After the blood cherry blossom warned him, it disappeared.
After a long time.
The middle-aged man stood up from the ground. At this time, the black clothes on his body were mostly soaked in cold sweat. Then, he walked out of the secret chamber with difficulty.
