Shen Chuanlian turned to look. Liu Zimu walked slowly toward him and held out a hand. "Come back with me. My mother wouldn't want you going there."
Before Liu Wan left, she had told him that one of Eastern Lin's reasons for asking the Qilin to appear and acknowledge a master was to deal with the Demon God.
If Shen Chuanlian went over now, his identity would be exposed.
Then Eastern Lin would surely find a way to send the Qilin Lord and East Lin's State Preceptor against Shen Chuanlian.
Although he really was the Demon God and would not be easy to deal with.
He looked like nothing more than a six-year-old child, and Wanwan kept him pinned firmly under her thumb. He could not stir up any storms.
There was no need to let him rush eagerly over to expose himself and invite unnecessary trouble.
"Liu Zimu, you and Liu Wan are mere mortals. Don't think bringing her up will make me listen to you. Are you afraid I'll gain power and harm your little sister?"
Shen Chuanlian's little face was filled with anger and helplessness.
He hated having people constantly assume the worst of him like this.
They had done nothing to hurt him, so why would he kill them?
But what Shen Chuanlian did not know was this.
The only one assuming the worst had always been himself.
Fate had poured everyone's malice into him. He had never believed he could look like anything good in anyone else's eyes.
Even three-year-old children who had no quarrel with him could call for him to be beaten and killed.
So assuming that others harbored the greatest possible malice toward him had become his daily bread.
He had never let go of that way of thinking. Even if living