Li Tian turned around and left. Flower-pinching's face was red with anger.
"I say, miss petalpluck, what's up with your Saint? Wasn't she the fiancée of the deity race's strongest Divine Son, Shen Tianwen? How come she's also this guy's fiancée?"
Yuan Lin's mind went blank. If his enemy really had something to do with the Xian Tian Dao Palace, then this matter would become much more complicated.
"I think this so-called saintess is just using her beauty to attract bees and butterflies everywhere."
Mo Yu, as a protector, did things her own way among the demons. She did not care about anything else.
"Demon race's Guardian Mo Yu, as a woman, I'm warning you, you better swallow your words. Our Holy maiden has always been indifferent. If you dare to speak nonsense again, be careful of your tongue. "
