Jun Wu Yao helplessly got up as he looked dejectedly at the Jun Wu Xie who was avoiding him. He touched his neck as the red blood trail flowed into his hand, he didn't seem bothered a single bit by it.
"It seems it's my fault again, letting you smell this detested smell, I'll leave first." He smiled wryly as he let out a soft sigh, turning around, leaving the room immediately after.
After coming out of her room, his smile faded as his fingers touched the his throat as a faint black light glowed and all four needles flew out of his throat and fell onto his hands.
"My Lord!" A shadow flashed by and a silhouette of a man dropped on one knee as he appeared by Jun Wu Yao's side.
"You're hurt!" There was a blood scent and the shadow was surprised that the source was from his Lord.
In such a place, someone could actually injure his esteemed Lord?
