When Hua Yanwang heard the declaration of borrowing someone's head, he was stunned at first, and then he burst into laughter, and his laughter was wicked and wild.
"Young man..." He said these three words meaningfully, "You are just like your master, you don't know the immensity of the world."
When he said this, he was wearing a bright red robe, with the blood and flesh residues that he swallowed while feasting on it, almost blending with the clothes when the remaining moisture was not yet dry. Only the dried black and purple stains and the pungent smell of blood reminded others of what had just happened here.
With his status, it would be very easy for him to find a robe that would not be stained with blood, but he still wore such a red robe, obviously out of some spontaneous intention.
It was not Leon Luo's illusion. When Hua Yanwang opened his mouth to speak, a ray of bright blood flowed out from between his white teeth, sticking to something that made Leon Luo deeply disgusted.
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