Chapter Five Hundred Twenty-Seven
Long Xiaoshan's arm, as if forged of steel, gripped Lan Wan'er's slender neck. With just a light exertion of force, he could snap that swan-like neck, ruthlessly crushing a flower.
Yet, not a trace of panic appeared on Lan Wan'er's face; her voice grew even softer and more fragile: "My master, my man, do you truly want to kill me?"
"What do you think?" Long Xiaoshan snorted coldly, "To think you dared to follow these sorcerers to hunt me down, even letting go of that person who was after my life. You've got some nerve. Do you still have the face to call me your master?"
Long Xiaoshan had long recognized the Blue-eyed Witch.
In fact, between the two existed a shared Passion Hex.
Whenever the Blue-eyed Witch got close to him, he could sense her presence.
"I wasn't hunting you. I was in Mitzina killing a man who wanted to harm my master. His name was Feng Shaokang," Lan Wan'er said.
