"I know." Jude was stark naked. She wanted to put her clothes on, but to her chagrin, she found that her clothes had been roughly ripped apart by Satan, and there was no way to wear them anymore, so she could only use the ripped clothes to cover her body.
"Good!" Satan did not want to see Jude like this; he was worried that he would tear her apart in the next second. But if he really killed her, then what would be the point? Therefore, he stood up and left the study.
When he went back to his room, he met a servant. The servants here always bowed their heads when they saw him, so some of them didn't even know what he looked like at all.
"Stop right there." Startled, the servant stood still, her body shivering in fear. "Sir, what are your orders?"
