"Are you threatening me?" Ouyang Qian's voice was as cold as ice, each word cutting into Hei Wuchang's heart like a sharp blade.
Hei Wuchang's body trembled violently, experiencing an unprecedented fear. Under the night sky, Ouyang Qian's flowing red hair was strikingly conspicuous, but what terrified him even more was the familiar killing intent emanating from her.
Hei Wuchang's spine chilled as if doused in cold water. Instinctively wanting to withdraw, he found his legs inexplicably rooted to the spot, unable to move. At that moment, his fear reached its peak, his eyes filled with terror.
"Just over a month, and you've forgotten who I am. To prevent others from forgetting, I'll borrow your head," Ouyang Qian said casually, as if discussing a trivial matter. Yet her words sent chills down Hei Wuchang's spine.
