Perhaps because it knew that it couldn’t talk to Ming Shu, the Devil Spirit stopped talking and began to hit the glass coffin, trying to get out by brute force.
“Don’t waste your time,”Ming Shu said.
The Devil Spirit leaned against the woman and looked outside. He couldn’t see who was outside clearly, only a vague outline.
His voice gradually became sharper. “Who are you?”
“You don’t know me?”Ming Shu raised her eyebrows. “Have you lost your memory?”
Mo Ling had fused with King De’s memory, but it was only a wisp of King De’s soul. What impressed him the most was that he was king de, and he was resurrected... he still had a grand plan to complete.
Plus, he was not born yet, so he couldn’t see clearly, so he naturally couldn’t recognize who it was.
“It’s good that you don’t know. I don’t want to scare you.”
”...”Mo Ling’s expression was twisted, and she hit the coffin twice. “Let me out!”
