As an Evil God, especially a Great Evil God with vast experience,
the long years had exposed Zhao Ji to too many bizarre occurrences.
Therefore, she initially believed that her emotions could not possibly be affected by an ordinary human.
After all, in her eyes, the human before her was not honest, always seeming to have ulterior motives, with hardly any truth in his words.
She only needed to listen casually.
However, when she heard the explosive topic that the human before her had brought up, she was still startled.
She had an affair with… this weak human, as insignificant as an ant?
How… dare he fabricate such a lie?
Was he truly not afraid that she would slap him to death?
Thinking this, Zhao Ji's already icy gaze grew even colder.
She took a deep look at Qiu Tu. Just one look made Qiu Tu feel as though his blood had frozen, slowing to an excruciating crawl.
And his body became incredibly stiff, every joint as if rusted, moving them was extremely difficult...
