It slammed into Yingyi's heart: "Go and receive your punishment, don't stand here like a stray dog ​​in the way!"

Use every trick in your stupid head you can think of, stop at nothing, to urge them to develop the thing as soon as possible.

Hmph, you can't even get close to Yao Guang, yet you want to kill An Yue? If you go there again, aren't you just throwing your life away?

"Utterly foolish, beyond redemption! If you fail to perform properly again, don't blame me for being ruthless and making you wish you were dead!"

Every word she uttered was like a sharp icicle, carrying endless anger and killing intent, piercing fiercely at Shadow One.

This plunged Yingyi's heart into an endless abyss of darkness, as if he had been cast into a place of no return.

As Ying heard Qi Meng's words, which were as cold as ice and as sharp as ice spikes piercing to the bone, he felt as if he had been struck by an invisible yet powerful force.

His whole body trembled violently, like a withered leaf drifting in a storm, fragile and helpless.

He knew perfectly well that in front of this capricious and ruthless master, any explanation or disobedience would be nothing more than a moth drawn to a flame, only to be met with even crueler punishment.

Overwhelmed by intense fear, he used all his strength to try to lower his head even further.

It was as if he wanted to embed his entire body into the ground to escape Qimeng's cold and murderous gaze, which was like a sharp blade.

He spoke with a deep tremor, his voice dry and broken with fear, as faint as a fly fluttering its wings in vain in still air.

He gave a weak, low reply, "Yes."

That "yes" seemed to have exhausted the last bit of life in his body, so faint that it was almost swallowed up by the oppressive, suffocating silence the moment it was uttered.

Then, he slowly got up, his legs feeling as if they were bound by heavy shackles, every muscle spasming under the control of fear.

Each step was accompanied by an uncontrollable tremor, his whole body staggering like a puppet with its strings cut and out of control, teetering on the verge of collapse.

He was filled with fear, terror, and helplessness, like a wounded beast being hunted by a hunter, dragging his heavy and aching body as he retreated step by step toward the door.

Each step he took seemed to exhaust the last vestiges of his meager willpower.

The ground beneath his feet seemed to suddenly turn into a sticky swamp, dragging him down and making every movement incredibly difficult.

When he left Qimeng's room, his movements were as slow as if time had stopped.

They handled it with the utmost care, as if touching a priceless treasure, or as if afraid of disturbing a demon lurking in the darkness.

He gently closed the door, the dull thud sounding like a heavy hammer blow in the almost deathly silent corridor.

It struck his already taut and fragile heart with a violent impact, causing his trembling body to shudder even more violently, as if the last bit of strength had been drained away.

As soon as Qi Meng saw Ying Yi step back, she narrowed her eyes slightly, a flash of extreme disdain appearing in them, as if she were looking at an insignificant and disgusting ant.

She turned around gently, her figure resembling a black panther gliding gracefully and dangerously in the dark.

Every movement she made exuded an innate, unassailable coldness and majesty, as if the surrounding air itself trembled slightly at her actions.

She walked slowly toward the dressing table with light yet undeniably imposing steps.

The wooden floorboards creaked softly yet clearly beneath her feet, as if whispering in awe and submission to her powerful aura.

Arriving at the dressing table, she bowed slightly, her posture resembling that of a noble queen surveying her territory.

She stretched out her slender, fair, and long fingers, which gleamed with a soft and captivating luster in the dim candlelight.

Like a finely carved mutton fat jade bamboo shoot, it exudes an ultimate beauty.

She gently lifted the lid of the vanity case, and the moment it was opened, a delicate and mysterious fragrance quietly wafted out.

Like a mysterious summons hidden in ancient legends, it blended with the originally dull and oppressive atmosphere of the room, adding a touch of unsettling mystery.

Take out the jade mask. The mask has a warm and delicate texture, and it feels warm to the touch. Under the gentle touch of candlelight, it shimmers with a strange and soft light.

She held the mask in both hands and gently and slowly put it on. The moment the mask touched her face, it was as if a cold and invisible barrier had instantly descended.

She meticulously concealed all the complex, labyrinthine, and deep-seated emotions within her heart.

It left behind only a cold and indifferent atmosphere that made people hesitate to approach, as if it could freeze everything.

The one standing in this world at this moment no longer seems to be a mortal with joys and sorrows, but a peerless ice sculpture carved from millennia-old ice, exuding a bone-chilling cold.

It made people hesitant to approach, for fear of being frozen by its icy aura.

After putting on the mask, Qimeng straightened her body, radiating a powerful aura as if she came from the depths of darkness. She turned and left the room.

As soon as you step out of Linglong Pavilion, the night sky, as thick and deep as ink, seems to swallow everything, and is like a huge and heavy black silk.

It enveloped her figure in an instant with an irresistible force.