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"Why? Are you very sad?" The Demon Lord looked at Yan Xiaosi, who had suddenly fallen silent.

Yan Xiaosi nodded. She was not sad for those who deserved it. Whether the retribution they received exceeded their sentence, they were indeed in the wrong first. "What's wrong with Little Stone? It's already very pitiful that he couldn't see when he was born."

The Demon Lord did not say anything. His heart was as hard as iron and he was no longer moved by such a thing. He was still young at that time. When Yan Xiaosi and his family walked into his heart, there was still one last soft spot in his heart.

She was different.

From the beginning to the end, she was an innocent and righteous little girl.

"Although I don't have a way, but… he should have one." The Demon Lord gestured at the basket behind him with his eyes.

"You mean the Holy Master?" Yan Xiaosi blinked.