"He? Planting Devil in my Taoist Heart?"
This sort of thing was truly perplexing, and for a moment, Mo Hua didn't know what expression to make, so his face appeared even more blank and dazed.
Young Master Xuan nodded, his voice low with a hint of bewitchment:
"Remember it?"
Mo Hua nods dazedly.
"Repeat it." Young Master Xuan commanded.
Mo Hua said, "From this day on, I am your master, and you are my servant."
"You shall obey my every command."
"If I let you live, you shall live; if I let you die, you shall die..."
When these words entered his ears, Young Master Xuan froze for a moment, a trace of inexplicable anger rising in his heart.
I asked you to repeat, not to repeat it like this.
In the way you say it, who exactly is whose master?
Young Master Xuan frowned.
"Why is it like this? Did something go wrong with the Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart? Clearly, the other two are fine, no accidents..."
