"Do you really think waiting here will help? Don't we need to position some people?" The fox demon stood by the window, looking at the small building, very worried.
Although he knew Mr. Dulin was extremely strong, unbelievably so, but could he really protect those little girls who seemed to have no abilities at all?
"What are you worried about? I'm not worried at all. On the contrary, I worry about those assassins. I'm afraid they'll notice something and voluntarily retreat." The Old Man muttered while watching the book in his hand, "What's wrong with the young people today? They can even read this thing wrapped like a zongzi from head to toe. It's really bad luck."
"Sir, it's not like before these days. If children see such books, it's not good," the fox demon said a bit awkwardly.
