"Lady, first, you... strike first!" Mo Ying grinned like a gentleman. However, it was a little bit strange... when it was spoken from a ten-year-old child's mouth.
The feeling of an adult!
"Hehe... Your Highness, you seem quite gentlemanly! If that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony!" Lusy smiled, his gaze instantly becoming sharp. He stretched out his arm and held tightly onto the key, shouting loudly, "Open it, the door to the Golden Bulls—Trose!!!" The key followed the hand signal and ruthlessly streaked towards the ground below him... Here came the thought of You Liya. The strength of a Saint Demon Queen had disappeared, but... the feeling was still present. This feeling was definitely the smell of magic. However... in the past, You Liya did not sense any magic from Lusy. Why did
