Luo Yang's face was not flushed, his ears not red, and his heart not beating fast. Instead, he wore a sunny smile, looking utterly loving towards Lord Bao and Shuimei.
His acting skills had truly reached an Oscar-level performance.
From Luo Yang's guess, they probably wouldn't enter the altar again in the afternoon.
But if he didn't lie, Lord Bao would want to consummate the marriage with him.
To Lord Bao, the Blood Devil, though its purpose was unknown, was evidently very important.
As Lord Bao pondered in silence, Luo Yang spoke up again: "Madam Teng, what do we need the Blood Devil for?"
He had actually asked before, only now it was to divert Lord Bao's attention, so she wouldn't keep thinking about consummating the marriage with Luo Yang.
Lord Bao's gaze suddenly turned fierce, her voice trembling with anger: "To kill all the bastards in Shi Sheng Palace! I'm willing to pay any price!"
From her tone, it was clear that Lord Bao's fury had engulfed every cell in her body.
