Feng Yun's eyes were red, anger burning like a raging flame, flickering in her pupils as if it would transform into a sharp dagger, ruthlessly splitting open the secrets buried in Feng Jingyao's belly...
Feng Jingyao sneered.
Seeing Feng Yun in such agony brought him a subtle sense of pleasure.
"Her death was merely the King of Hell claiming her soul. What has it to do with me?"
Feng Yun's expression changed.
"Feng Jingyao—"
Through clenched teeth, she hadn't even acted yet when a cold arm suddenly swept past her vision.
A man's steel-like grip clamped onto Feng Jingyao's throat like iron pincers.
In the dimly lit prison under the night sky, the lamps burned with a faint glow.
Pei Jue stayed silent. His sullen face carried the chill of hell's embrace, and his blade-like gaze swept across, sending shivers down one's spine.
Feng Jingyao's head was forced upward, his jaw tightening, and the corners of his mouth dipped slightly, revealing a faintly mocking smile.
