When Miluo raised his head, his complexion had returned to normal, and he raised his cup with a smile towards her, saying, "She might not die, it all depends on her usefulness in the future. It's lucky we have you, otherwise I might have gotten too used to her Butterfly Powder and fallen into the trap. Hmm, someone even tried to send her into my Prefecture a while ago, and that is an account worth settling." His demonic power was profound; the strange fragrance was unlikely to affect him. But then again, who could say for sure?
Ning Xiaoxian looked at him with sympathy, but in her heart, she felt even more sorry for the Little Butterfly Demon, "Who set this trap, do you know?"
Miluo sipped his wine, "Should I make a list when I go back and weed them out carefully?"
