The surroundings of the coffin were emitting a faintly discernible demonic red light, which made the entire bedroom look very strange and sinister.
Although cultivators had their own personalities, there were many who had various strange habits that ordinary people could not understand.
However, it had to be said that Luo Xiliu was the only one in the entire Divine Kingdom on land to have such a strange coffin in his bedroom.
At this moment, a restless sound suddenly came from the inside of the big red coffin.
嗞.. Clack...嗞.. Clack...
It was like fingernails rubbing against a coffin, making one's scalp go numb.
"Bear with it, bear with it a little more. I'm thinking of a way. I'll raise the funds soon and won't let you starve again."
Luo Xiliu quickly comforted her.
As he spoke, he reached out and gently stroked the coffin. He was extremely gentle, as if he was treating his beloved. His eyes were filled with blissful infatuation.
