Fang Xucheng lashed out with a whip, and the Mochou in front of him instantly dissolved into a shadow and vanished.
"Xucheng, my husband, how could you treat me like this?" A mournful, lingering voice sounded behind him, making Fang Xucheng's hair stand on end.
He whipped around and saw Mochou standing safe and sound behind him.
Chapter 42