"Could it be because I can draw vitality from the outside world…"
He was pondering.
Suddenly, the psychic imprint he left on Feng Jiao experienced an anomaly.
"Hmm?"
In the night, Pei Jinye's eyebrows rose slightly.
At first, he thought the woman wanted to escape, but when he located her, he realized the severity of the situation.
"Buzz, buzz."
The phone vibrated.
...
...
...
As the dust settled, Feng Jiao stood in the shadows, hand clutching her left shoulder, her face deathly pale.
"Not dead yet?"
She had been pushed to her limit, and yet she couldn't repel her opponent?
"Do not test my patience."
A tall dark silhouette slowly emerged from the dust.
The man in black, with his hands behind his back, spoke in a leisurely tone, yet it was filled with savageness and cruelty.
"You resemble her; she also did not wish to be a servant by my side, but... later she submitted. Stubbornness leads to consequences, and for her, it was the loss of life."
