"Mom." I clasped my hands back and hugged her tightly. "We don't want to die, okay? There must be a way. There must be a way."
"Well, Xiao Mo can't die in any case."
"Here comes the king, Sister." A soft voice in red suddenly came from beside. Then I felt that my eyes were tightly locked on to me. I turned around in a hurry and saw two people beside. One was sitting on a stool next to him, with his beard and hair all white, and the wrinkles on his gray face were like the river on the earth. He was old. However, although he was old, I could feel the hatred in his eyes. Another thing was that his facial features gave people a very familiar feeling, as if I had seen him long before. Was this the demon? There was a man standing behind him. I not only knew him, but also knew him very well. He
