"Little Monk, I don't strike those who withdraw from the world, so go back to where you came from!" the Futu Demoness rebuked sharply.
Little Monk Bu Jie heard this, looked at the several people lying on the side, then glanced at Gu Changsheng and slowly shook his head, "Benefactor Changsheng, why must it come to fish dying and the net splitting?"
Gu Changsheng was startled at this remark, his hand tensing at his waist.
Nobody knew that she was a person who liked to hold one card back!
And nobody knew, she had wrapped a ring of bullet-sized explosives around her waist!
She had made them herself, just in case one day she was trapped, she could still make a last stand!
Indeed, she knew she could not defeat the Futu Demoness, nor did she dare to think about it!
What she wanted was to drag the Futu Demoness down to hell with her!
If the Futu Demoness did not die, her own life, Gu Changsheng, and Borjigin Nian who was cursed with a gu, would also not escape death!
