The girl in black lazily stood up from the tree. Her red lips under the mask were soft and delicate, with a slight curve.
"They don't believe you, but I do." The young lady's voice faintly rang out, and her eyes were smiling. "Since Duanmu Rou forced you to state her conditions, why don't you let her complete the bet on your behalf? If you cut off her hand, everything will be settled."
"That's a good idea." Ji San nodded and rubbed his chin. He put away his sword and nodded at Bai Ling. "Go."
Bai Ling's eyes were fierce as she looked at Duanmu Rou. Her heart was already filled with hatred.
It was obviously Duanmu Rou who was jealous of Yan Xi being the Holy Son's fiancée. She had targeted Yan Xi in every way and even used her as a tool. Why did Duanmu Rou get to escape the moment something happened?
What was even more infuriating was that everyone believed in Duanmu Rou!
Bai Ling gritted her teeth and charged at Duanmu Rou. "Die!"
