"Little Daoist..."
Wang Ruoruo panicked, like a drowning person suddenly grasping a life-saving straw.
She turned around and was about to kneel before Ning An: "Little Daoist, please speak to the Grand Master, just let him spare my husband."
"I won't make any wishes, I won't wish for anything anymore, as long as he lives, boohoo."
Wang Ruoruo hadn't yet kneeled when Ning An lifted her up with both hands.
"Layperson, don't be anxious, things aren't as bad as you think."
Ning An was freaking out inside; did everyone take his place for the Evil God Temple?
"Little Daoist, he won't be in danger, right..."
Wang Ruoruo said tearfully: "I just wanted him to smoke less, his addiction is harmful to his lungs... but I didn't wish for him to die."
At that moment, two figures suddenly appeared on the live stream screen.
The viewers in the live stream were fully focused, not blinking at all.
"Let me see, what does this expert that's been invited look like."
