"I don't like this story!" Eva sat upright, like a statue demonstrating aristocratic etiquette; she looked at the scene on the screen where Bart and Helen brushed past, and made some angry remarks.
Eve didn't even finish watching; she stood up, picked up the mugs and items on the table and left the Witchcraft Garden.
Lu Zhiyu was lying on the sofa, one foot stepped against the sofa, and the other foot was dangling on the ground; he wasn't bothered with his image.
"I didn't expect the story of the God of Desire to be like this!"
Lu Zhiyu arranged for the divine personality of the God of Desire to choose its master. And to ascend the throne of a God of Desire in this generation, there were two ways.