บท 699: Black Devil’s Wrath

The Young Black Devil calmly stood under a tree outside the Black Devil Clan's camp that night. He seemed to be thinking about something. He was silent like a ghost. He seemed to be lost in thoughts. A person passing by his side wouldn't even realize that someone was standing there if they weren't paying attention.

"Brother Black," Tian Buhui's moon-white long robe lightly drifted as he walked over from Black Devil's behind. He seemed to be extremely carefree in the duskiness of the night.

The guards all around saw the two Young Masters, and they clearly understood that these two wanted to chat. So, the guards discreetly left the place to give them privacy.

The Young Black Devil lightly wrinkled his brows under his mask. He revealed a look of disgust. But then, he immediately hid it up. He sinisterly asked without turning around towards Tian Buhui, "What's the matter?"