"Are you going to execute me tomorrow?" Shenlian Yingyue asked the men from the Holy Clan.
The four men looked at each other with a headache. Now what? They came here to execute her, but they ended up being in danger because of her calculation. How do they explain this matter to the elders of the Holy Clan?
They couldn't hide this matter because, as long as one of the sacred golden candles is destroyed, the people from the Holy Clan will immediately send people here to execute the person who ruined the candle.
"What do you plan to deal with her?" Sikong Yanya crossed her legs.
"Lock her in prison first. We will immediately contact the Holy Son and Holy Daughter." The four men rubbed their sore foreheads.
"How can this be? You are also criminals. Why don't you join me in prison?" Shenlian Yingyue took out a spiritual juice from the Ethereal Small World to drink.
"Shut up!" The four men were furious again.
