That pair of lifeless eyes stared straight in Shen Yanxiao's direction.
Shen Yanxiao felt as if a sharp sword had stabbed into her chest.
That ignorant little merfolk…
That little girl who knew nothing about this world…
That shy Xi Yan…
But in a second, she was dead.
Those eyes that had never seen this world before were quietly opened, as if she wanted to imprint all the scenery she missed in her life into her soul.
Scales glistening with multicolored luster poured down and fell on the dry ground.
Mu Tu sneered and looked at Shen Yanxiao as he poured the blood-stained multicolored fish scales on the ground.
Shen Yanxiao's expression darkened, and she did not seem to be appeased. Her deep eyes were like bottomless black holes, brewing with killing intent.
"Xiaoxiao!" All of a sudden, a low cry pulled Shen Yanxiao out of the black hole.
