“He is so good to me, why should I help you deal with him?” Brooke looked at him suspiciously with his eyes open.
“You don’t hate him anymore? He has made your stomach bigger now, but he has never confessed to you, and you can accept it?” The demon king looked at her strangely, as if she was talking about a night and a night.
Brooke frowned slightly, Finn, Finn, reincarnated, and fell from the altar, he still had no repentance.
Still doing her own way, still let her repeat the same mistakes again.
“Of course not.” Brooke said firmly.
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