You Have No Right to Make a Request

Luo Huamei waved her hand. "No need. I can go by myself."

No matter how fast she was, she was not as fast as demons.

Hu Yu curled her lips and muttered unhappily. "It hurts to be hit by those Daoists. No, I have to look for Young Marquis and see if he has any healing worms."

Hu Yu was about to enter the house when she turned around and left the courtyard in a flash.

Luo Huamei was dumbfounded. Mortals were too weak. She would never be able to compare to demons in terms of speed.

Liu Yuanyuan walked to Luo Huamei's side and stopped in her tracks. She said coldly, "You can go in."

Liu Yuanyuan's tone was not polite at all. Luo Huamei understood that if she ran, she would definitely die.

Luo Huamei took a deep breath and walked into the main hall. She saw Liu Sanniang pouring a cup of hot tea. When Liu Sanniang saw her enter, she handed the tea over.

Luo Huamei took the teacup and sat down beside Liu Sanniang.