Xiao Wu: It Must Be Because of the Asura Demon Sword; Tang San: You Have Already Earned Your Death

Hearing footsteps approach, Xiao Wu raised her head woodenly. When she saw the white-haired youth she had seen countless times in those memories, she instinctively curled up, murmuring in a daze.

"No, don't come near me—it's so big—it really won't fit—"

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Wait a moment.

What else had Ning Rongrong shown Xiao Wu? Why did this feel even worse than he had originally imagined?

He was just about to turn around and confront Ning Rongrong, only to discover that she had long since made herself scarce. Or rather, just as she had back then, she had deliberately created an opportunity for Huo Yuhao and Xiao Wu to be alone.

Only when Xiao Wu heard the cell door opening and sensed the living presence approaching did she come to her senses. This was not the world of those memories. The man himself was right before her!

Seeing Huo Yuhao with his clothes on, Xiao Wu found herself struggling to adjust. Her gaze involuntarily stole downward again. She simply could not believe that such a small body contained so much power.

In particular, his capabilities, which far surpassed Tang San's, left Xiao Wu utterly dumbfounded.

No wonder her future self had sought him out to vent her frustrations so wildly after abandoning herself to despair. She had become entirely his.

No, Xiao Wu, what the hell are you thinking?

Your future self isn't really you. Your body and heart should belong only to Third Brother!

Besides, perhaps all those things were fabricated by that bastard Ning Rongrong to deceive you. How could a normal human possibly—

Sensing Xiao Wu's almost frantic emotional fluctuations, Huo Yuhao's eyelids twitched.

Still, judging by her current behavior, she did not seem to know about the complicated relationship between him and Tang Wutong yet. Otherwise, her emotions