Uncle Zhuo held the carrying pole and trembled in response, but with his old age came worldly wisdom and a life weathered by harsh experiences. He could already feel the Bull Demon King's murderous intent, which filled Uncle Zhuo's eyes with despair.
"You filthy demon, you better run away fast, otherwise when Brother Ye Xuan finds out you've bullied us, he definitely won't let you off," the little girl, hiding behind her grandfather, scolded the Bull Demon King with a trembling voice.
"Zhuo Ma, be quiet."
Uncle Zhuo's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly scolded his granddaughter, staring intently at the Bull Demon King while pulling the little girl back.
"Ha ha!"
Upon hearing the little girl's scolding, the Bull Demon King burst into loud laughter, but his laughter was extremely cold, and his gaze towards the grandfather and granddaughter was filled with lethal sharpness.
