"Do you think I will promise? If I give you my soul, I will just think about it after you, so I might as well die if I live!"
"Hum? I see how long you can support it! " When Yang Xiu saw that it was bound to be tough, he no longer restrained the hot red yarn and urged the red sand to pile up on the surface of the ghost king to form a glittering sand sculpture. "ah! Oh dear! Oh dear!…