Seeing Ma Nanji seemed not to believe that he would stand by and watch someone die without helping, Musheng's originally indifferent face showed a meaningful arc, "Do you want to save her?"
"But... sister, don't you have the ability to do so?"
There was a hint of guilt in Nanji's voice as he spoke, and at that moment, the woman still dressed in a black evening gown had already run over to them. She had some sense of propriety, hiding behind Musheng and the others, not daring to cling to them, just weeping and constantly begging, "Please, I beg of you."
The fear on her face was very evident at that moment, and her lovely figure trembled faintly with the rhythm of her breathing. Other than the tear streaks, her face bore a very noticeable slap mark, looking quite pitiful. Seeing her in such a state, how could Nanji bear it?
But just after he had spoken to Musheng, he felt as though the air around them had dropped a degree in temperature.
