Xie Ai's eyes widened as he froze on the doorsteps. The duo were also surprised, but they didn't react much. Their faces remained expressionless as they silently pulled out their weapons from the thin air.
At this time, Xie Ai's mind really wasn't in the right place; otherwise, he would have asked about how the duo pulled out those weapons and from where.
He kept staring blankly at those emerald eyes. Except for those eyes, the face had been burned to the point that no one could identify the person anymore. But he knew it was Yu Chen since this was the face he had seen earlier.
He wanted to go inside, and at the same time, he also wanted to retreat, running far away from here. But he couldn't. He stood there, frozen, staring dead at the person on the throne.
Qi Jingguo silently whispered, "Xie Ai, pull out that knife. If he approaches, kill him."
'Easy for him to say…' thought Xie Ai in his heart.
How could he bear to kill that person again?
