But!
Lord God must have his reasons for doing this!
"You... please ask the two witches to give us some space, okay?"
Lin Qianqian mustered her courage and said through clenched teeth, "My royal brother has angered the Demon Lord and deserves severe punishment! But he, as a descendant of the imperial family, a son of destiny — can you give him at least some last shred of dignity?"
"We can, but please hurry, Princess,"
Seeing that the respected master beside her had closed his eyes in meditation, offering no objection, Feng Lingxue said coldly.
After speaking, she led her junior sister to a spot not far from the Yimu Vine.
"Ah, ah! Senior sister! These things are so disgusting! Xing'er is scared!"
Upon seeing the twisted demons' faces up close, Cen Xing'er was so frightened her legs gave way, and she rushed into her senior sister's arms.
"You're lucky you haven't seen anything scarier yet."
Feng Lingxue held her master and said with a bitter smile.
