Qiu Tu had now fully adopted the identity of Larilo's boyfriend, and he looked at the darkness before him with a shocked face and then said with some disbelief, "How can you say that?"
"You are her sister, aren't you?"
"Now that she's in trouble, aren't you anxious? Don't you want to save her?"
"Are you fit to be her sister?"
It was a rare opportunity to directly scold a Great Evil God, and Qiu Tu certainly wouldn't let it pass. He opened his mouth, ready to spout a few more rebukes.
But just then,
a flash suddenly appeared before his eyes.
The next second, rows of prompts also appeared in his vision.
"Crisis Intuition activated! Generating Crisis Report!"
"The Great Evil God Zhaohui is getting angry because of your offense."
"She believes that only a fool like you would believe the nonsense about sisterly love that Larilo talks about."
