When Xue Lengzhao heard what Meng Qi said, she felt an explosion go off in her mind. It destroyed all her previous traumas. Before she knew what was happening, tears had already drenched her entire face.
The evil spirit she could not overcome had died so easily in someone else's hands. The man who killed him did not even know his name!
From this moment on, Amour Monk no longer existed in this world.
From this moment on, her past would be thoroughly buried.
Now, even if Amour Monk was not dead, he was no longer someone who had a hold on her. He would not rule over her emotions and desires!
Sometimes, one requires a little opportunity to overcome one's inner demon.
"That was Amour Monk of Merriment Temple..." Jiang Zhiwei glanced at the dead man lying on the ground and gave Meng Qi a brief recap of what had happened.
Fury shot through Meng Qi's head as he listened. What a lecherous b*stard! Fortunately, he had cleaved the fool in half!
