Just as the words were spoken,
a figure clad in deep crimson stepped in, stomping on the back of the chubby old man.
The newcomer wore a red official robe, not discernible from which dynasty, resembling quite the clown in theatrical roles, "Who is Wuyue? Daring to oppose me, gave him the Bixia Yuanjun Talisman?"
"I gave it. I merely took money to resolve disasters for others." I gently stroked the head of the White Python beside me, soothing its chubby snake horns.
After all, it depended on Wuyue, and this day, the fifteenth, is Wuyue's weakest moment.
No matter what demon or monster, I'll handle it myself.
The man in the red official robe laughed sharply, "Truly born as beautiful as a flower, a pity she doesn't know death! Who in the community doesn't know, that Feng Juncai toyed with my woman, I punished him with a life of infertility, yet you dare to oppose me."
