The words had fallen.
Li Qingyan's red robes, majestic and dashing, suddenly had their patterns begin to flow, with a few silk-like fungal strands entwining around the Blood Divine Stone Jade Pendant.
It seemed like a check, or perhaps a casual fondling of the jade pendant's surface.
Bai Muxi, disheveled and half-exposed, was kneeling on the ground, gazing blankly at the blood-glowing Blood Divine Stone at Li Qingyan's fingertips.
Xu Yuan didn't make a sound.
In a twisted "Peach Blossom Spring" like the Underground City, to prolong their race, the perverse power structure and values strictly suppressed everyone's humanity.
The chances of producing a pure little white rabbit, untouched by dirt, might be about the same as winning the jackpot in a lottery in a previous life.
After what had just happened, Xu Yuan could imagine Bai Muxi being untruthful, but he hadn't expected her to be dishonest to this degree.
This woman actually wanted to become a second Su Meimo?
