"I don't want you to die, don't say that." Luo Fu reached out to cover the Wolf Demon's mouth.
The Wolf Demon grasped Luo Fu's hand, filled with tenderness: "I won't die, I will stay with you forever."
"Huan Lang..."
"Fu'er..."
Once again they embraced, looking truly affectionate, a love that moved the heavens.
Outside, listening in, Yan Zhengya felt a pang of irritation in his teeth, and in his heart, a wave of emotion. Master was right, you can't underestimate this kind of woman. This Luo Fu is indeed formidable, stringing along both sides, playing these men and male demons in her palm. Who knows which of her words are true or false. Even more uncertain is her true intention.
At this moment, the demonic aura in the room grew more intense, and the murderous intent gradually erupted. The Wolf Demon was clearly enraged, eager to kill Wang Congshan quickly.
