"Hehehe, that's right, and thanks for teaching me how to kill people. As long as they're killed, any method will do," Feng Xuxu said, step by step approaching the woman on the ground, her eyes filled with hatred.
"Hmph, I see you do know the Enchanting King," the woman on the ground struggled to rise but her legs seemed numb, and her internal organs felt a burning pain as if on fire.
"So what if I do, so what if I don't? You are a dead woman either way, and yet you ask too many questions." As she walked to her side, looking down at the woman on the ground, Feng Xuxu didn't need to lift her veil to know who it was.
"What's so great about the Enchanting King? Arrogant, cold-hearted, a killer." Crawling backward, she finally leaned against the wall behind her. Breathing heavily, she spoke of the Enchanting King with utter disdain.
