"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a touching friendship," Bai Wujiu's voice, sounding like a broken bellows, echoed through the empty Cold Pool Space. It carried a hint of mockery, a trace of sarcasm, and above all, a spine-chilling triumph.
His withered fingers, like a hawk's talons, gripped Lingxi's slender neck so tightly that it seemed he might crush her fragile life at any second.
Lingxi, a girl who had moments ago been as light and nimble as an elf, now had a pale face and tear-filled eyes, yet she stubbornly bit her lower lip, refusing to let out a single plea for mercy. Her clear eyes gazed at Lu Yao with the terror of a frightened fawn.
Chapter 229