Hearing the voice behind her, Wang Wanqiu felt a tingling scalp and turned around to see the familiar figure.
Why can't this person just leave me alone!
Hearing her speak, Wang Wanqiu felt her scalp tingle.
She was not familiar with the etiquette of the Demon Race, and someone like Dragon Lord clearly signified a superior, and it seemed that his temper was reasonably good, since he hadn't killed her immediately before.
But as someone with insufficient strength and a subordinate, showing humility was essential; otherwise, provoking him could lead to death without a place to argue.
The Demon Race was notoriously cruel and brutal, stirring inevitable tension within Wang Wanqiu.
She could only bow her head slightly, using timidity to mask her impoliteness.
"From what you've said, are you from out of town?"