The only good thing Feng Yao ever did was to use his own body to reshape his soul. In this life, your flesh and blood will be integrated with me.
Chu Yu held Feng Yao's body and held it across his chest to block the door. He looked at Feng Yao with a stern look and refused to let him enter the house.
"Did you see what I had in my hand? The demon knife! Do you know the demon knife? Cutting you is like cutting a cucumber!"
Feng Yao suddenly felt a tightness in his lower abdomen and began to carefully consider whether to enter the house now.