Mù Qiānxún fiercely pinched her thigh, tears flowing freely from the pain. She then lunged into Ou Zun's arms, blocking his murderous gaze.
"Whimper... Brother Ou Zun, I'm so glad you're here, I was so scared..."
Ou Zun's face turned terribly dark, like storm clouds looming overhead, bringing with them the threat of thunderous fury, which seemed ready to explode and tear the sky asunder at any moment.
At this point, Mù Qiānxún didn't dare meet his eyes. She buried her face in his chest, pretending not to see his fury, hoping that would protect her from his wrath.
Ou Zun forcefully tried pushing her away. His face clouded over and his words were laced with undeniable anger.
"Scared? I heard about how you wielded that wine bottle, executed cleanly and naturally, all in one go! It seems you do this often?"
