However, just before the murderous intent of the demonic chariot erupted...
Fang Qingyu didn't cast another glance at the nine-headed Evil God.
He slightly turned his head.
His gaze fell on Jiang Wei beside him.
At this moment, Jiang Wei hung her head low, her crimson hair gently fluttering.
The terror and tear stains from before seemed to have never existed.
A condensed and restrained yet purer and fiercer fiery aura was rising from deep within her small body, one strand at a time.
The aura no longer contained any confusion.
Feeling Fang Qingyu's gaze, Jiang Wei slowly lifted her head.
On her stunningly beautiful face, tear stains remained, but there was no sign of weakness.
In her clear red pupils, all the moisture was replaced by a burning flame.
She looked at Fang Qingyu.
The corners of her mouth slowly curved upward.
Like a Red Lotus suddenly blossoming in endless darkness.
Carrying a scorching heat that could burn everything...and unparalleled trust.
