"Tan Xiaoxiao! You owe me ten lives. You are not allowed to owe me anything in this life! Did you hear that! In this life, you are not allowed to owe me anything again! Tan Xiaoxiao... Tan Xiaoxiao." Emperor Miao's voice was as if soaked in a pile of salt, hoarse and voiceless.
"Xiao Xiao'er, you must live well and continue to live like your brother..." Xiu Sha lowered his head and said softly.
"You have always been mine, Tan Xiaoxiao. If you die, I will kill all your family members and let them go to hell to accompany you. Please, don't die, don't die!" Garuda's low and sad voice sounded.
"I don't want to take revenge anymore. I just want to live a good life for myself. I have a family who loves me, a close friend, a lifelong lover, and I can live my life quietly. Is this a good wish? I just hope that I just want to be an ordinary Tan Xiaoxiao and never meet Emperor Miao, Garuda, Ika, or Picasso again..."