"Oh? What if I tell you that it's actually Luo Fu, the one you love, who asked Wang Congshan to hire me to kill you?" Yan Zhengya crossed his arms, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth, as he looked down at the little Wolf Demon.
The Wolf Demon's face turned pale, and it couldn't hold back anymore, blurting out, "Impossible! I've known and loved A'Fu for three years, she loves me! How could she do such a thing?! You, Daoist, dare to slander A'Fu, utterly shameless!"
Yan Zhengya shook his head and sealed the Wolf Demon's mouth with a Silence Talisman, saying, "Later, don't cry, okay? My shoulder won't be available for you to lean on."
The Wolf Demon glared at Yan Zhengya, looking as if it could eat him alive. Yan Zhengya was unbothered, humming an unknown tune as he tied the Wolf Demon even tighter.
