His voice was hoarse, and the murderous intent in it was enough to make one's blood run cold.
This was an aura accumulated from countless slaughters, an aura only a great general stationed in the army could possess.
No matter how dire the situation, no one dared to underestimate him.
The night deepened with heavy dew, the autumn wind was icy, as two men, both dragons among men, stood facing each other in the night shadows.
Pei Yuqing's eyes slightly lowered, his expression serious, "She has never been yours, Lu Ziyuan. She decided a long time ago that she no longer wants you."
She decided a long time ago that she no longer wants you...
"Shut up!" Lu Ziyuan suddenly stiffened, exuding an icy chill, "Give her back to me!"
"That's not possible," Pei Yuqing slowly smiled, softly saying, "She's the girl I managed to coax into my arms with great difficulty. How can I give her away?"
