Watching Zhou Shu, Yin Wuyou, and Lu Wenshuang disappear from sight, Yang Hong felt like crying but had no tears.
Thump!
He slapped himself.
Yang Hong, oh, Yang Hong, you clearly know what kind of person this marquis is. Why are you so easily moved?
Now, you've jumped into a huge trap.
Sigh!
If I were given another chance, I… would still choose this!
He looked at the Mo Mei Sword in his hand, and a look of desperation appeared on his face.
For the sake of Mo Mei, death is worth it!
Besides, I might not die, right?
…
On the way back with Zhou Shu, Yin Wuyou had a strange expression on her face. Although Lu Wenshuang was still expressionless, she couldn't conceal the curiosity in the depths of her eyes.
Yin Wuyou finally couldn't hold back anymore and asked. "Zhou Shu, why did you get Yang Hong to—"
