Hearing Xiao Yang's words, Tao Yongyou glanced at him, a little crying and laughing.

What's the difference between Xiao Yang, a stinky boy with a clear mind and a clear threat?

The Holy King gave a faint look at Xiaoyang. If it was normal, he would not promise. As a monarch of the devil, no one ever dared to threaten him. Now, however, he has no choice.

"Okay, I promise, you say it."

Xiao Yang nodded and looked at him. "Firstly, if I rescue you, what I did in the devil world will not be investigated after you, will you?"

The King looked at him, a black line. He thought...