Watching the fatherly love about to befall her, Heluo quickly raised her hand to save herself:
"Wait, I have something to say!"
"What do you have to say to it!"
Luo En, unmovable, with a dark face pulled a most handy thorn stick from the Magic Circle Diagram, and whipped it forward.
"Belle is missing!"
The dark whip stopped an inch above Heluo's buttocks, its sharp spikes almost piercing into the flesh of her buttocks.
Luo En frowned and asked, "What happened? Explain clearly!"
"First, put this down and guarantee you won't hit me." Heluo bargained.
Luo En's gaze flickered, he withdrew the thorn stick, and spoke gruffly:
"Speak."
Having successfully avoided a beating, Heluo's face brightened with a smile, and she quickly explained the whole story.
On the way back to Turin City, Belle, who was traveling with her, suddenly looked very ill one day and walked into the night alone, never to appear again.
"How do you see this matter?" Luo En asked with a frown.
