Because these people were far too good at letting their imaginations run wild, turning something simple into something so complicated.
He, Huo Yuhao, was no devil. Why would he do that? How ridiculous.
Right now, the White Tiger Duchess was what mattered most.
After waiting so long without seeing the White Tiger Duchess's trump card, Huo Yuhao had completely lost patience.
Perhaps she was merely bluffing.
Perhaps the spatial fluctuations and the aura on the other side were fake too, produced only by the object she had crushed.
All of it was an illusion.
Still, fooling his two Soul Guidance Robots was certainly an impressive feat.
But impressive was all it was.
Huo Yuhao walked slowly, approaching the White Tiger Duchess one step at a time.
The White Tiger Duchess was getting on in years, but she still possessed an elegant bearing and lingering beauty.
She hardly looked like a mother of two.
All he could say was that, scumbag though Dai Hao was, his taste was certainly good.
But the prettier a woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions was, the more disgusting she became.
The sight of her face made Huo Yuhao sick. Disgusting was the only word for it.
This very face, which Huo Yuhao had barely seen a handful of times in over a decade, had condemned him and his mother to a life in hell.
What bitter irony!
Huo Yuhao watched the White Tiger Duchess's crazed expression. His Storage Soul Tool flashed faintly, and a dagger appeared in his hand. He tossed it at her feet.
"You're my elder, of the same generation as my mother. Although we're enemies, I'll let you keep some dignity. Take your own life!"
A cold sneer curled Huo Yuhao's lips as he fixed the White Tiger Duchess with