Why Aren't You Dead!

Bai Wudi's disobedient words were stuck in his mouth.

Damn it!

How could there be such a good-looking woman!

Even as a human, he wanted to take a bite of that slender and fair neck, let alone the ghouls.

Compared to those yellow-faced women in the Great Desolate Prison, this beauty in front of him was simply a fairy who had descended to the mortal world.

"Which idiot emperor of the five kingdoms did this? Even such a stunning beauty is willing to be sent to a place like the Great Desolate Prison?"

Mo Beiyuan carried the little packrat and followed out. The little packrat was also publicly acknowledged to be good-looking. She was a pink ball and exuded a delicate aura.

Right on the heels of that, Bai Wan and Bun also walked out of the mud hut and showed their faces.

Bai Wudi glanced at them and his eyes lit up again. He twisted his neck excitedly, and his bones made cracking sounds.