Lu Yang had finally restored his soul after an arduous effort, but upon hearing Leng Ningxiang's voice, his joy vanished instantly.
On that day, it was Leng Ningxiang who had aimed for his neck first, and her voice suddenly lingered by his ear.
He dodged in time and didn't lose his head, only allowing Leng Ningxiang to sever his left arm.
Before he had a chance to ask why, he saw the other members of his harem appear one by one, dismembering him.
"Where are you!"
"Lu Yang, I'm inside your body."
Leng Ningxiang's voice resurfaced, and from the left arm that had just reattached to his body, a wisp of cold mist drifted out; the mist gradually formed the figure of a cold beauty dressed in a nighttime garment.
"Leng, Leng Ningxiang..."
"Lu Yang, you didn't use to call me that," the cold beauty's tone was low, full of contrast, compelling one to comfort her.
