Real Enough To Be His Imposter

Yun Qingluo felt a certain sharp pain in her head; her limbs were tied and the string on her body was getting tighter. She looked exactly like a Chinese dumpling now!

She did not dare to challenge him anymore!

"I, I've never thought of getting you… But you've promised me that you'll leave Di Fuyi's body to me after killing him."

The man pinched her cheek, "Don't worry!" He got down from the bed and flicked his fingers. Yun Qingluo was released, "Yun Qingluo, you can only be on my team now. Let me tell you, you'll definitely have a hard time if you dare to disobey me!"

Of course, Yun Qingluo did not dare to argue but agreed with everything he said.

Suddenly, she seemed to recall something, "What… What are you going to tell The Lord after killing Di Fuyi? I'm sure he would be very mad!"