For the first time, Wanyan Baozhu really hoped that Murong Qiqi was alive. If Murong Qiqi was safe and sound, she could continue to live with this identity. But if anything had happened to Murong Qiqi, Feng Cang would surely make her bury with Murong Qiqi.
She didn't want to die! She'd finally gotten a new identity, a fresh start, a man she truly loved, a goal to strive for. She didn't want to die just like that.
"I don't know, I really don't know!" Wanyan Baozhu cried, her heart praying earnestly that Murong Qiqi would be absolutely fine, that she would be safe and sound.
"Murder, there's so much blood! Murder!"
Just as Wanyan Baozhu felt as if her soul was ascending to Heaven, Mu Yudie cried out beside her, "So many people are dead! So much blood!"
"Where is Murong Qiqi? Is she okay? " Hearing Mu Yudie's words, Feng Cang loosened his grip and Wanyan Baozhu fell to the ground. He rushed to Mu Yudie like the wind, grabbing her shoulders, "Tell me, where is Murong Qiqi?"
