"Fan Lang will be okay, right?"
"Don't jinx it. He'll definitely come back alive, definitely!"
"Good people don't live long, while scourges last for millennia. How could a great scourge like him possibly be in trouble?"
"Buddha bless him, Bodhisattva bless him."
Demoness Mengxue, Luo Hongyan, and the other women were all worried about Fan Lang, afraid that something might happen to him.
Most of them were powerless and unable to help in any way. They could only watch helplessly as it all unfolded.
Only one woman was an exception.
Zhao XiaoMan clenched her fists and lightly bit her pearly teeth, recalling every little thing she had experienced with Fan Lang. Memories surged into her mind, tangled beyond all resolution.
That absurd night by the Underground River, their reunion in the Triangle Region, their time together in Empty Seclusion Valley, and later, the beauty hidden in a golden house.
Zhao XiaoMan had never accepted Fan Lang's pursuit and had rejected him time and again. Yet deep in her heart, Fan Lang had long since claimed a place that no one else could replace.
There was love, there was hate, there was laughter, and there were tears.
She could not be sure whether she had fallen for Fan Lang, but she was certain of one thing: she did not want Fan Lang to die. She wanted to keep being entangled with him.
Even if this number-one scoundrel under heaven was always bullying her.
Even if this happy enemy had turned her life into a complete mess.
"Dean, tell me the truth. How likely is it that Fan Lang will come back alive this time?" Zhao XiaoMan asked quietly.
"It's hard to say. I don't want to lie to you, nor do I want to deceive myself. Fan Lang was far too