However, now she only wants to use blood to commemorate the hatred in her heart!
The third floor is not very high.
By the time her feet stepped on the living room floor, thirty-four bodies were already lying behind her.
Long Xuanye hurried back, only to see the last Deadly Warrior collapsing, revealing Xia Weibao at the stairway with a cold expression.
His gaze landed on her hand, where she was still clutching two broken porcelain pieces.
"Junior Sister, you..."
Xia Weibao didn't speak, not even a flicker in her eyes, she just looked at him silently like that.
Yet, this kind of gaze made Long Xuanye feel a trace of unease rising from the depths of his heart.
It seems she has become somewhat different...
Clearly expressionless, but he dared not look directly into her eyes.
This reminded him of the brutal past from two thousand years ago.
The two faced each other silently, time frozen, the atmosphere tense.
