Only an hour had passed.
Three new figures had appeared inside "Xu Luo's" room.
Right now, Xu Yeming was standing stiff as a board, back ramrod straight, head bowed, and drenched in cold sweat.
"Ma—Master."
"Well, well, you still remember I'm your Master, huh?" Lu Chang'sheng folded his arms across his chest, black lines furrowing his brow—but he was still all smiles.
Yet that very smile sent chills straight down Xu Yeming's spine!
Dude was sweating buckets, I swear!
Blackie, who stood to Lu Chang'sheng's left, said nonchalantly, "Looks like next time we can have Junior Brother Xu teach me how to cook instead."
Xu Yeming's body shook.
On Lu Chang'sheng's right, Hong Ying grinned, "It's nothing—didn't you just pick up that little trick from Big Bro?"
Far away at Liu Ziru and Mu Fusheng's place, Netherworld King Ye Qiubai suddenly shivered, feeling as if some huge wave of malice was rolling in his direction.
