Speak With Conscience

The way Mo Ruyue looked at Ming Sihan changed. Before, she had treated the demon lord as her master, but now, she felt that she could treat him as her grandfather.

It was no wonder that his hair had turned white at such a young age. It seemed normal for someone in his eighties to have white hair.

"Don't stare at me with that strange gaze."

Ming Sihan was a little unhappy. This woman was really strange.

He was only 80 years old. At his age, he was considered relatively young in the dragon clan.

Mo Ruyue hurriedly shifted her gaze away.

In order to take care of her master, Mo Ruyue spent a huge sum of money to buy a carriage.

She had a reason for spending so much money.

After all, she wouldn't make an investment without a return.

If one day her master passed away, the entire demon world would be hers. At that time, would she still have to worry about not having money?