For a moment, Mu Xing felt like he was going to die.
At that moment, he closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled violently.
Man'er, I miss you so much.
I really want to be with you, but unfortunately... it seems I'm going to break my promise again.
Bang!
He kicked me.
Mu Xing groaned in pain.
The knife he had imagined didn't come at him; instead, he heard a familiar voice.
How did you end up here?
The man looked at her with a slight surprise in his eyes.
The woman tilted her head and smiled, exuding charm. "If you can come, why can't I?"
She looked back at the man who was bleeding profusely on the ground, and then at the bloody fingers beside him.
Hmm.
Rong Chang raised the corners of her lips, a hint of disdain in her expression.
Then, she met Mu Xing's gaze as he looked at her.
She suddenly burst out laughing, "How pathetic."
"..." Mu Xing gritted his teeth.
"It's too dirty here, you should go back."
He showed no intention of explaining anything, as if everything he did was perfectly normal.
Rong Shang's hand was being held by him. The man wanted to shoo her away, but she turned around and glanced at his hand. "Take it away, your hands are dirty too."
She wasn't talking about him, of course.
Rather, it was the blood of others that he carried on his hands.
But the man obediently withdrew his hand because of what she said.
Because he knew she had severe mysophobia.
Rong Shang glanced at him and saw that he was drooping his head, looking like a little puppy.
Then I recalled the scene of him cutting off one of Mu Xing's fingers.
Wow, the contrast is too great.
She was finding it hard to cope.
However, remembering Mu Xing and Mu Chen, Rong Shang suddenly became serious again, "You want to kill him?"
"Hmm," the man replied coldly, "He treats you badly."
"You want any man other than you to treat me well?" Rong Shang asked rhetorically, teasing him for no apparent reason.
The man's lips tightened, and he quickly changed his tune, "No."
He's good to her, and that's enough for him.
He hurt you.
"Oh." Rong Shang nodded, as if agreeing with him. "Yes."
"..." Mu Xing below gritted his teeth.
Damn it.
These two were treating his life like a commodity, discussing it as if it were a commodity.
He was, after all, the second young master of the Mu family, and before, he had everything he wanted.
Being treated like trash here is an incredibly unpleasant feeling.
If you're going to kill or torture someone, can't you just do it quickly?
What's the point of these two dawdling around like this?
"Look, he wants you to be quick-witted, otherwise you might as well just stab him."
Mu Xing was mentally complaining when he suddenly heard the woman talking to the man like that.
He was stunned; his pupils widened.
I asked instinctively, "How did you know what I was thinking?"
"..."
Neither of them answered.
The shadow falling on his face flickered, and Mu Xing watched as Rong Shang retreated. Behind her, the man with a dagger walked up.
The powerful aura pressed down on him, and for a moment Mu Xing really wanted to slap himself hard.
It's hard to say why he would say something like that.
This is truly a case of shooting oneself in the foot.
The bleeding increased.
People are getting weaker and weaker.
In his increasingly blurred vision, the man's slender figure was reflected in his pupils, drawing closer little by little.
The blade flashed before his eyes, and Mu Xing was so frightened that he wet himself.
He didn't want to die; he was afraid of dying.
So he abandoned all his dignity and began to beg him, begging him to spare his life.
Rong Chang watched from the side, her gaze sharp and indifferent.
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