Wang Ling’s heart was as clear as a mirror as he looked at Qu Shuling’s expression as if he had been played with.
There was a high chance that this person was going to follow in Yi Zhiyang’s footsteps... thinking back to Yi Zhiyang back then, it seemed that he hadn’t completely recovered from his post-war injuries. Wang Ling hadn’t expected that it had only been a few months since then, in the end, he had gone crazy again.
Wang Ling sighed in his heart. Honestly speaking, there were times when he felt that he had been quite sinful; in fact, he didn’t want Qu shuling to become like this.
But since it had already happened.
At that moment, Wang Ling had no other choice but to continue taking things one step at a time.
The setting sun was like blood, and large balls of fire clouds pressed down on the horizon in the distance, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle about to fall to form a picture of deep space fire clouds.
This scene reminded Wang Ling of the demon world.