Mo Liancheng spoke faintly, "But, this King's thoughts have run away."
"I only have one thing to say," Qu Tan'er continued.
"This King is not free."
"Just listen to this one thing." Damn, this man, really — makes one want to chop him into pieces!
Mo Liancheng fell silent, seemingly too lazy to bother, his bare hand slowly lifting, extending a green onion-like jade finger. Somewhat eerily, he slowly pointed it toward her small head, yet not hastening.
Suddenly, Qu Tan'er's phoenix eyes flashed with shock, her instincts making her dodge to the side, oh the crisis. She hadn't forgotten that just earlier, this deathly cunning man had barely tapped with his finger, and she felt dizzy, her body weakly falling backwards. Keeping an appropriate distance, she watched him warily and said directly, "I want to leave the residence."
However, the answer was only the silently advancing figure.
