"Eighteen Massacres, I heard that you were killed in the Moldolita Forest again?" Demon Robe gave a sinister laugh. "Not bad, die a few more times, and you can change your name to Eighteen Deaths."

Eighteen Massacres said coldly, "Zip it!"

"You still have a big temper…" Baili Xuanyuan frowned slightly. Immediately after, Demon Robe, who was about to continue speaking, swallowed down the rest of his words.

Being observant was an essential skill for a successful person. However, it was a pity that Eighteen Massacres that idiot never learned this skill.

Next to Baili Xuanyuan was an exquisitely dainty and ravishingly beautiful Wei Lu—she was like his little wife. Her foxy eyes secretly stole a look at Baili Xuanyuan from time to time as if she was embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Eighteen Massacres and Demon Robe could not read the atmosphere, and they were diametrically opposed to each other. Beside them stood a burly man that was as tall as two meters. His square face was filled with hideo