"Oh, you." Yu Jiuchong's heart softened from her soft lips, but he didn't kiss her back. Instead, he hugged the person who was causing trouble tightly in his arms.
"Little Jiu, what's wrong?" Bai Ye, who was trapped in his arms, twisted uncomfortably, but his shoulder, which had just been injured, was gently bitten.
Bai Ye was caught off guard and shuddered. She knew that he still felt bad for her injury, but it was not as if she had never been injured when she fought with others in the past. This guy's reaction had never been so gloomy!
Feng Ba had already been killed by him, but he still seemed to have a lot of anger that he had not vented.
"Bai Ye, other than the identity of the Yu family, I have also inherited the position of the devil Lord. Do you understand?" Yu Jiuchong's hoarse and serious voice rang in Bai Ye's ears.
