Song qingxiao stared at him coldly. Luo Wu's face was pale. After escaping from death, his face was covered with a layer of black gas. It was not known whether it was from the pain, fear, or anger after hearing her words. His hands and feet were shaking.
There were several wounds on both sides of his shoulders, which had been scratched by the silver wolves. There were also several cuts on the side of his neck, but none of them were fatal. However, Luo Wu's face was still very ugly, and his lips were faintly purple.
"Indeed, it has nothing to do with you." One had no choice but to bow his head when he was under someone else's roof, and Luo zhiyu's greatest strength was that he knew how to adapt to the situation.
At this point, even though he was certain that song qingxiao was the one who killed the two underworld clans, and one of them was definitely killed by a Wolf, he would never dare to say that in front of song qingxiao.
