The man's eyes were pitch black and deep like an abyss, devouring one's heart and soul.
"Ghost... Gui Zhong..."
The air suddenly solidified as if it were molten iron, and a stubborn chunk of iron seemed to block his throat, causing Yan Renxi's voice to cut off midway.
A powerful malice surged toward him.
His heart felt as if it were seized by an invisible giant hand and then violently twisted.
His breath started to quicken, becoming short and rapid, quick and shallow.
Fine beads of sweat emerged on his forehead.
He was in terror!
He was afraid!
Somehow, he suddenly thought of the little white flowers he had destroyed until their death.
He thought of their weak, pitiful and helpless expressions before they died, of their painful and desperate looks.
"Little girl, close your eyes!"
Yi Chen gave Xiao Lian a gentle smile, his face carrying a hint of apology.
A large hand suddenly rested on Yan Renxi's head.
