"Miaomiao, where is she?" Her hand gripped tightly around the adversary's neck, her deep voice tinged with a hint of severity. Her eyes, like blades of ice, emitted a dark glimmer. At this moment, Ling Xi was like an Asura straight out of hell, cold-blooded and thirsty for blood.
Although that girl could be annoying and talkative, she was her friend in Ling Xi's heart. Once someone became her friend, nobody was allowed to touch them; if they did, it would be repaid with blood.
"Wuwuwu..." Li Li struggled painfully, her wide-open eyes desperate to plead for mercy but unable to utter a word, simply feeling the hand around her neck tighten, suffocating her, a clear fear of death encroaching upon her.
Her fingers slightly relaxed as Li Li was about to call for help again, "Last chance, where is Miaomiao? Speak!"
Instinctively nodding her head and trembling at the sight of Ling Xi's eyes, Li Li stuttered, "I... I sold her to the underground trade market."
