Wen Jiaren eventually succumbed to sleepiness and fell asleep, Mu Qian wrapped her hands in his palms and placed them on his chest, the agony of those ten fingers being pierced vividly lingered, and the image of Mu Xiao being strangled to death was also vivid in his mind...
No one knew how much he hated himself when he saw them tortured.
Mu Qian's eyes narrowed dangerously, Taiji Sect repeatedly touched his bottom line, driving him to the brink of rage. They liked to play dirty, then he would play along and see who could outwit whom.
Just before last night's revelry, Mu Qian had already sent An Ying and Lan Ling to City A, with the cooperation of the Blood Clan, a grand drama was about to unfold, no, it was already in progress.
Taiji Sect
Song Donghai had never looked so terrible, even when being fooled by Long Jing on Xixiao Island. He personally convened an emergency meeting, but as time was running out, not a single elder had shown up in the meeting room.
