Ming Sihan looked at Mo Ruyue. He seemed to understand this woman's heart.
It was a lie to bear the heavy burden. He simply wanted the position of the Demon Lord.
He had thought that it was something else, but it turned out that he just wanted the position of the Demon Venerable.
He couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
"Why don't you just say it frankly? Don't worry, as long as you obediently stay by my side, the Demon Venerable position will be yours sooner or later."
Ming Sihan made a promise to Mo Ruyue.
Her dark red eyes were like a gem, shining brightly. Her smile was like the light of March, warming one's heart.
Mo Ruyue was mesmerized by the man's smile.
What a vixen!
"Master, aren't you angry?"
Mo Ruyue asked softly. After all, there was someone who was always thinking about his position. He would feel a little disgusted, wouldn't he?
