Under the Demon Lord's orders, Lu Wang had no choice but to comply.
He walked out of the Xiuluo Guard with a heavy heart, feeling as if the Demon Clan's plan for revenge would soon be dashed to pieces, turning into nothing but a dream.
Remembering all their past efforts, Lu Wang couldn't help but stand by the wall, letting out a heavy sigh.
The thought that the Demon Lord was doing this for that human little girl made Lu Wang grit his teeth.
"If I get the chance, I'll make sure she pays!" Lu Wang clenched his fist and vowed in his heart.
The flames of hatred burned fiercely in his eyes!
At this moment, a soft inquiry came from beside him.
"Who do you want to pay?"
Lu Wang's whole body froze, and he quickly turned his head to look.
Surprisingly, Bai Zhi'er was standing there, tilting her little head, watching him.
Lu Wang retreated two steps in fright: "You... you haven't left?"
Bai Zhi'er lifted the basket in her hand.
