"Ah Hui, why are you always so easy to deceive?"
"Jumang, have you ever given me half of your sincerity?"
Our previous contact.
However, it is just the soul-gathering lamp you used to blackmail me.
God?
Magic?
The hall full of fusang could not resist the murderous smell of blood.
Fifteen years ago, I never thought that the soul-gathering lantern he deceived me was just for the person in his heart.
Facing the extermination of the gods, we demons just want to survive.