800 The Demonic Highness

Hearing the young girl's statement that was full of resolve, the handsome young man's face darkened. As the young master of the Sheng Xuan House, he has always gotten what he wanted when he asked. All the women he laid his eyes on have had to listen to him and wait for him in his bed.

But before his eyes, this woman would rather die with the Demonic Highness than be with him. Why wouldn't he be enraged?

"Dammit, what is so good about that son of a b!tch Ling Xian? He is merely a thief who took our treasure!" The handsome young man's fury burned and his face twisted. It wasn't for certain whether he hated this young woman or if he was jealous of Ling Xian.

"Screw you!"

The young woman's face was furious as she shouted, "Don't think of me as the same as an idiotic ordinary mortal. You are the ones who killed and stole, yet you dampen the Demonic Highness' reputation by accusing him of stealing. You are far too shameless!"

"So they are talking about me."