But at this moment, her face once again became vivid, whether it was the charming expression or the hatred in her eyes, it all became exactly the same as before.
Mu Hanyan had a feeling that at this moment, Zhao Lingxian was truly resurrected. She looked as charming as spring, yet was more terrifying than a cold and unfeeling walking corpse at the time of her rebirth.
"Zhao Lingxian, what do you want to do?" Mu Hanyan asked sharply, her heart sinking continuously. No one understood Zhao Lingxian better than her; insidious and ruthless, despicable and shameless, willing to do anything to achieve her goals.
"Haven't I already told you, Mu Hanyan, when did you become so stupid?" Zhao Lingxian sneered, grabbing at the air with her hand.
"Wow!" The pool formed by magma was lifted by an invisible giant hand, and a huge egg was grabbed out, suspended in mid-air.
