Speaking of his dear sister, Wenren Shu's voice was incomparably cold, the malice within chilling to the bone.
Even the Rakshasa Prince couldn't help but ask, "Just what did Wenren Li do to you, to make you hate her so much?"
Wenren Shu: "..."
Are you mocking me?
Her gaze towards the Rakshasa Prince suddenly became very unfriendly.
However, considering his status, Wenren Shu still repressed her anger.
"Does hating someone require a reason?"
"Does it not?"
"Does it?"
Rakshasa Prince: "..."
As the usually unreasonable Young Master of the Ghost Race, the Rakshasa Prince was also a bit bewildered at this moment.
Forget it, there's no need to fuss with women.
"Since you want to kill Wenren Li, I will certainly help you."
You're looking for your own death, I'll certainly applaud you for that.
While saying this, the Rakshasa Prince internally ranted crazily and made enticing promises to Wenren Shu.