Sang Luo thought for a while but still didn't understand.
However, he didn't come here solely for revenge.
Sang Luo's figure transformed, turning into a bewitchingly beautiful man clad in ancient red and white attire, carrying a red umbrella, appearing in front of Ye Biao.
Sang Luo smiled alluringly.
"There's no way around it, I have to kill you."
As soon as he spoke, the red round paper umbrella in his hand began to spin.
Ye Biao covered his abdomen and clenched his fist.
At the critical moment,
A voice came
"Stop!"
Su Yan's figure had already appeared in front of Ye Biao.
She supported Ye Biao, noticing the wound on his abdomen and his pale face.
Ye Biao's eyes narrowed, quickly tearing off the creeping green vines around them.
More than the pain in his body, he was more unsettled.
Su Yan looked up at Sang Luo across from her, her gaze cold.
"Didn't I tell you not to lay a hand on him?"
Sang Luo's body stiffened, pretending not to understand anything.
