Ann hurriedly wanted to untie the necklace, but Liao Zixuan's stern gaze made the girl's hand subconsciously shrink back weakly.
"What are you doing?"
The young man frowned and threatened, but the girl knew the importance of the necklace. She braced herself and insisted,
"I don't need it! I'll return it to you!"
"Say it again!" Liao Zixuan took the initiative to take a step closer to An.
As the distance between them shortened, the young girl panicked.
"I don't need it. I'll, I'll..."
She wanted to retort, but under the unquestionable gaze of the young man, her voice became lower and lower. In the end, it turned into a girl lowering her head, not daring to look into Liao Zixuan's eyes.
Orochi's decayed head was like a miracle in medical science. Its limp head struggled to stand up. Its already big eyes were now even bigger, and its expression was filled with disbelief.
