Shuiyue and Jinghua's faces turned pale with fright from the words.
Luo Yang comforted them, "Don't be afraid, Aunt Thirteen is joking. Unless she doesn't want me to help her find the Blood Devil."
Holding the trump card, not afraid of Aunt Thirteen misbehaving.
Without Luo Yang's help, it would indeed be hard for Aunt Thirteen to get the Blood Devil.
"Brat! Do you believe Grandma Gu would leave you crippled! Don't think you're that impressive, Grandma Gu won't make a move against you!" Aunt Thirteen said coldly.
"Aunt Thirteen, if you wanted to kill me, you'd have done it already. Why wait until now? Since you've waited, you won't kill me. You know I'm genuinely helping you find the Blood Devil," Luo Yang said.
Aunt Thirteen sneered in anger.
"Brat, don't be overconfident! Grandma Gu doesn't need to think much to kill you!"
In fact, Luo Yang guessed correctly.
Before getting the Blood Devil, many who wanted to kill Luo Yang wouldn't make a move yet.
