"Very good," he said.
huo shen raised his eyes, but there was a cold killing intent in the depths of his eyes.
He lifted his lips coldly. if the man in the wooden house is dead, clean it up. "If she wasn't dead ..." He narrowed his eyes, a cold, bloodthirsty smile on his face.
When Special Assistant Luo saw his expression, he subconsciously trembled.
huo shen's torture was really worse than death!
The one in the room better pray that he died. Otherwise, he would probably spend every day in the future in the despair of waiting for death!
Special Assistant Luo nodded and quickly waved his hand behind him.
Then, he turned around, took out a big umbrella, and held it over Huo Shen's head to shield him from the raindrops that were falling wildly.
"Young master Huo, do you need me to bring miss an down for treatment?" Luo asked in a low voice.
When they went up the mountain, they brought along their private doctor.
