Jiangjiang, of course, also knew that these words would most likely fail to sway Shentu Wen and could only serve as a probe.
Had it not been for Sweet Potato or Jiangzuo, no one could have known that a blood demon was lurking here without getting close.
The single least perfect thing about this entire incident was not letting the villain Yuhengzi have his proper say; otherwise, why would Feng Wu now be tossing and turning, unable to sleep due to his own burning curiosity and thirst for knowledge?
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