"Sorry, Demon Lord."

Chen Qiu took a step forward and stood in front of Ai Dachai with a grim smile on his face.

He held the knife in his left hand and gently stroked his right hand in front of him, he said:

"I can't let you pass. Those people are willing to fight for my life, and I can also die calmly for them."

"You?"

Ai Dacha looked at Chen Qiu in front of him, his eyes full of disdain, and he said:

"The iron-cut boy is among those people, right?

I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Chen Qiu, when I capture him, you can leave...

That Chitien is not your relative, and he has no intimacy with you. Just pretend that he doesn’t know and just pretend that he hasn’t happened. How great it is."

The Demon Lord's voice suddenly became cold:

"Why do you have to die?"

"I want to do it, too."

Chen Qiu pointed to his heart, and he let out a long sigh and said to Ai Dacha:

"It's a pity that I'm not allowed to do that in my chest.

Chen will reach the top of the world in the future. If there was no one around him at that time, how lonely would it be.

Demon Lord, you and me have been together well during this period. If we change our time and place, we might become friends.

But today...
Chapter completed!