"Damn it!"
Ye Chenfeng angrily spat out.
This was a great opportunity slipping through his fingers; how could Ye Chenfeng not be angry?
Who exactly was controlling the Literary Demon? Was the same person who erased his consciousness sending him to kill him?
In an instant, Ye Chenfeng fell into deep thought.
When he left, he took two things from the Literary Demon.
Silently lighting a cigarette, Ye Chenfeng frowned and left.
Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing didn't go directly to borrow from someone but waited for Ye Chenfeng not far away.
"Did you finish catching up so quickly? Don't tell me you owe him money? I bet it's a few million!" Lu Wanqing blinked her beautiful eyes and asked curiously.
Ye Chenfeng laughed, "I don't have a few million in money, but I do have a few million, even tens of millions and billions of descendants. Want to meet them tonight?"
"Huh?"
Lu Wanqing was stunned at first, then reacted, her face turning crimson with embarrassment, almost bleeding.
