"Wei Yao, if you insist on protecting this evil beast, don't blame us for being ruthless to you," Wei Yao still hugged Jiang Qianyin in his arms with his body, brushed Jiang Qianyin's face with his bloody hands, memorized his facial features over and over again, and used his last bit of strength to activate the magic circle and send him to the devil world.
"Wei Yao, the crime of regicide is not something that Hanyumen like us can afford, I'm sorry!"
"Master, look at me again, okay? I know I was wrong. Master, the pear blossoms in front of the window are blooming. Master, can you say something?"