"Don't get excited yet, Abram, Xia wouldn't—"
"Shut up, Brixi! Are you blind or what? This woman has no interest in you, yet you still speak for her!" Abram said angrily.
Just in the battle just now, the fate of two demon hunters from the Combat Martial Tower was unknown; how could he not be angry and afraid?
Brixi tried to say something, his lips moved a few times, but in the end, he couldn't speak.
"I think we need an explanation," the old demon hunter said in a deep voice as he cut the rotten flesh from his lower back.
His upper face had disappeared, and his hair had whitened somewhat. His features would at times suddenly switch to those of one of the previous individuals, looking very eerie, especially when the fine eyebrows and red lips of a woman appeared.
Li Qianxia looked at Yang Qinglan, who nodded slightly.
"That snake is my brother—"
