With that thought, Qiu Tu reined in his thoughts and continued to listen to Larilo's narration.
Larilo, perhaps growing weary of talking, simply flew onto the table and sat down.
The Larilo that emerged from the ancient coins was dressed in a long, black lace gown.
The gown clung to her exquisite figure, fluttering lightly with her every move as if a black butterfly danced in the dark night.
She leaned against the table, her bare, white feet playfully kicked back and forth; she was pretty cute.
But combined with her blood-red lips and charming eyes, it always felt like a venomous snake was luring its prey into a trap...
She continued, "After that, Yan Chen didn't dare make any other move to trap me."
"Whether it was Tian Dafu's capture or the downfall of the Qin Family, he pretended to be learning about these events for the first time, not showing any reaction."
