Upon hearing Huang Yao's words, Su Mo frowned slightly but said nothing.
When he looked at Hong Qingxuan, whose white teeth bit her red lip, and beautiful eyes soaked with tears, Su Mo's heart softened. He made up his mind instantly.
The items in the storage ring were precious indeed, but they were just things. They can be lost!
Otherwise, if Hong Qingxuan was humiliated because of him, he would never forgive himself.
At this moment, Su Mo hungered for strength again. If he was strong enough, how could he be controlled by the other people of today!
At this moment, Su Mo turned dark. In his previous life, there was mercy in him, and he was not willing to slaughter and devour people.
But now, Su Mo made up his mind. From now on, fu*k mercy! He would improve his strength as fast as he could!
Seconds later, Su Mo sighed, raised his hand, and slowly off the storage ring on his finger.