Xiao Lou's body suddenly shuddered, and a moment of clarity passed through his mind.
"My daughter? I have a daughter?" Xiao Lou muttered to himself.
"If you want to see her again, put down the sword in your hand!" Murong Susu hastily said.
Xiao Lou breathed heavily, as clarity gradually returned to his thoughts, the demonic blood-red in his eyes slowly faded, and he loosened his tight grip on the Heavy Sword!
Turning his head, he saw the woman's tragically beautiful face, "Susu? Is it really you?"
"Hmm?" Murong Susu revealed a slight smile and nodded.
"Don't lie to me, do I really have a daughter? Where is she, what is her name?" Xiao Lou was somewhat excited and trembling slightly as he held the Heavy Sword.
Because of the trembling, the Blood Sword in Murong Zun's wound caused friction, making him stream with cold sweat and his face turn pale.
