I Don't Agree to the Terms - Chapter 162 - 107: Three Horses at the Trough (Ocean Version).JPG

“Darling, I want…”

The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.

Sure, the world is ruined, but I’ll live my own way. Of course, luxuriously and gorgeously.

“You saved me, to repay you, I decided to devote myself to you!”An Ran just did a good deed casually, but was entangled by this black-bellied, ice-cold face.“No... no need, I'm still young,” An Ran sweat madly inside, waving her hands repeatedly.The man, however, was very serious: “I will wait for you to grow up.”But, isn't your image of throwing a tantrum too unbearable to watch?Didn't you say you were like Cold-faced Yama, aloof and abstinent, with an eight-thousand-meter glacial demeanor?A certain brotherhood wiped a bitter tear and said, what's the big deal about throwing a tantrum? Neglecting friends for love, betraying friends for affection, and always have to be ready to be fed dog food. They just want to ask, such a brother, can we return him?