"Do you think your objection matters?"
Little Jiu looked at Tang San, who had grown increasingly obsessive under the influence of the Rakshasa God Position, and a mocking smile curled across his lips.
Then he said to Aunt Rou, "Don't worry. Even for your sake, I'll take good care of Xiao Wu. When we return to the city, I'll marry her."
"Good, good child!" Ah Rou smiled.
"Little Jiu! I'll kill you!"
At that moment, dense Rakshasa Divine Power spilled from Tang San's body. His mind was gradually losing its calm, dragged into a state of mind like Bibi Dong's, filled with a desire for destruction.
Tang San raised the Sea God's Trident, about to stab Little Jiu to death, but the moment he lifted it, he froze.
Because Xiao Wu had spread her arms and stood in front of him.
"Move!" Tang San roared in agony.
"If you want to kill Ninth Brother, you'll have to step over my corpse!"
Xiao Wu refused to give an inch, resolutely blocking Little Jiu.
Tang San felt his blood surge, and a streak of crimson seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Doesn't it hurt? Back when I wanted to kill you, Xiao Wu stood in front of me just like this!" Little Jiu said gleefully. "I felt just as miserable as you do!"
"But what a pity. Xiao Wu doesn't belong to you anymore. She'll die for me!"
Little Jiu laughed smugly and wrapped an arm around Xiao Wu. Not only did Xiao Wu not resist, she cooperatively leaned closer to him.
Seeing this, Tang San swayed. The trident in his hand clanged to the ground. Only then did he understand what it felt like to be abandoned. It hurt so much.
Xiao Wu had always been close to Little Jiu.