The man's large palm was warm, carrying a magic power that could soothe the heart.
Gradually, Gu Wan'an calmed down and stopped trembling.
However, she had yet to regain consciousness. Her vision was blurry as she met the tall figure.
He was dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, looking like Yama who had just climbed up from hell.
"Cough cough…"
Gu Wan'an couldn't help but cough lightly. Her consciousness was blurry and her memory was broken. "Are you the King of Hell?"
Gong Mingye almost laughed out of anger. He said calmly, "Yes, King Yama. I'm here to steal your soul."
"I haven't lived long enough. Can you wait until I'm a hundred years old before you come and steal my soul?" Gu Wan'an licked her lips, looking a little silly.
Gong Mingye's lips twitched. "No!"
"Stingy!"