Letting out a shrill cry, Qingluan spread out its wings before abruptly accelerating in the direction that Qiao Mu had pointed out.
Not long after, Qingluan approached its peak speed.
Qiao Mu's stoic face had been completely replaced by a frigid chill. At this moment, her gaze, capable of freezing anything in any direction within three thousand feet, made it seem as if she had returned to that night from a few years ago. It was so dreadfully desolate and quiet.
She! Wanted! To! Kill! Them!
She wanted to skin and debone them alive, killing them without any chance of escape!
"Shriek!!" Qingluan swooped down from high up in the sky, already locked onto a running target.
That person was dashing forward at a miraculous speed while carrying Xiao Lin'er underneath his armpit. After exiting Jinnan Gate, his objective seemed to be heading for Xiluo Street.
