Leah.
Hearing this name, Luo Xinghe's heart felt as if something had hit him lightly. It wasn't painful, but it was numb, and even the wound on his chest felt a slight itching. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch his chest - it was once pierced by the evil power of the devil, and later he could barely hang on to his life thanks to the soul contract concluded with Leah - but as soon as he moved, Aunt Martha held his wrist down.
"Lie down!" The aunt glared at him, her tone full of reproach, "The wound has just grown some new flesh, and you want to disembowel it again? Let me tell you, Miss Leia specifically told you before she left that if you dare to mess around, she will tear down the door panels of your shabby bookstore and use them as firewood when she comes back."
Luo Xinghe twitched the corners of his mouth and wanted to laugh, but it involved the wound on his face, which made him hiss in pain. Only then did he notice that his cheek was also wrapped with a bandage, and the left cheekbone hurt when pressed. It was probably scratched by Adrian's black magic during the decisive battle. The clone's final counterattack was quite ruthless, carrying Morgana's remnant soul, and just wanted to die together like a mad dog. If he hadn't used his deductive ability to set up a desire trap, amplifying the opponent's obsession with Leia into a shackle, maybe there would be two corpses lying here now.
