"Damn it, move away, dummy!" He cursed and reached out his hand, wanting to pull her away before the mist could touch her. Yet suddenly he found his legs immobilized. The shadows of that woman has sneakily concealed herself and locked his shadows so that he couldn't move an inch.
His pupils dilated as he could only see the mist that kept on getting closer helplessly. At the same time, the woman's shrill cry that was so sharp akin to broken glass reverberated through his ears.
His blood froze as he saw the image of Ouyang Xueqing overlapped with Ling Xiaochen.
No! Nobody could take her away from him!
His heartbeat thundered against his ears, his blood rushed to his head and he could felt something was slowly awaken inside him. Something dark, evil, and cold-blooded.
