Wuyue intentionally left me hanging, speaking only halfway and then not saying anything for a long time.
I suspiciously glanced back, almost scared out of my wits.
The corridor upstairs suddenly transformed into a bottomless tunnel, and before me appeared a face so handsome that it seemed to wither everything around it.
He looked exactly like Yu Longting, with a gentle smile like a trickling stream between his brows and eyes.
Yet his methods were terribly ruthless, as he smilingly thrust his long fingers through Wuyue's neck, blood flowing through the gaps between his fingers, "I heard... you devoured my son's soul? Is it true?"
"Husband, it was him—kill him directly!" Qing Li's cold voice unequivocally declared.
I quickly collected myself, grabbing Yu Qingxiao's sleeve to prevent him, "Don't... don't kill him, he hasn't done anything."
Only then did I truly realize Yu Qingxiao's immense power, as he stood there appearing weak.
