"Yan Sijue! Stop right there!"
She shouted breathlessly.
The man turned around, saw her determined expression, smiled, walked over and grabbed the emergency kit she was holding, and threw it aside!
With a crash, the contents of the emergency kit scattered all over the ground!
Mu Yiliang felt dizzy with anger!
"Yan Sijue, what exactly are you trying to do?"
He stared at her intently, curled his lips, and smiled wantonly: "Do you feel sorry for me?"
"Of course!"
"Of course, you would feel sorry for me." He smiled knowingly, "After all, you're still hoping for the other Yan Sijue to come back, how could you tolerate me ruining this body?"
Mu Yiliang felt dizzy and looked at him incredulously.
In front of her, he raised his injured right hand, looked at it, and pulled out the pieces of glass embedded in his palm. His hand, already covered in blood, became even more bloody, yet he didn't even frown.
