"Wait!" Lu Xingyan crawled up, clinging to the Water Crystal Mirror.
She waved her hand towards Yuezheng Yan, her lips curling into an awkward smirk, "Don't you think I might still save the day?"
"Oh?" Yuezheng Yan's eyes reddened as he responded coldly.
The sword by his neck pressed a few fractions closer to the skin, "I thought Senior Sister was dead."
[Why does that sound so sarcastic?]
[Don't doubt it, it's definitely sarcasm.]
Lu Xingyan wasn't surprised that Yuezheng Yan could see through her feigned death.
After all, in her previous life as the Demon Lord, she had killed more people than she had faked her own death.
But what she hadn't expected was Yuezheng Yan's bizarre way of thinking, using a threat of suicide to force her to reveal her deception.
"Not dead, still alive," Lu Xingyan said with a restrained smile. "Junior Brother, let's talk it over. Life is precious, put the sword down first."
