Seeing Rah tightly holding onto the female, Lu Di frowned slightly and warned, "Rah, you can grab any female downstairs, but she's not for you to touch."
However, Rah showed no sense of contract spirit.
"What's your relationship with the female?"
He lifted his eyelids, tilted his head puzzledly, and his cold, fierce brows were filled with bewilderment that seemed out of place.
Yet before Lu Di could answer, he blinked neurotically, his face showing sudden realization, and his eyes blazed, "You all covet my female too!"
The male's curly gray hair brushed past the side of his face, and Wen Shu's waist was loosened.
A black shadow flashed before their eyes, and Rah's muscular arm was instantly covered with cold, hard scales, delivering deadly blows to the uncle and nephew.
The sound of fists impacting flesh reached their ears.
Wen Shu looked at Rah with curious eyes, noticing a hint of dull foolishness in his usually sharp gaze, and she formulated a plan in her mind.
