Watching Lin Xu's aggrieved and angry expression, Mu Qianyue felt immensely satisfied, the pain on her hip suddenly didn't seem so severe.
Those things ultimately ended up in her pocket!
"Injure my people, and you'll pay the price, no matter who you are!" Thinking of Lin Xu's earlier sword strike, the Ghost King's gaze turned icy cold, his eyes filled with killing intent. If Little Sprout hadn't dodged quickly, that sword might have pierced her hip.
Remembering his own lapse that led to her injury, thinking she almost... the Ghost King's heart filled with self-reproach and fear. He couldn't bear the thought of her leaving him, it would be a lifetime of pain and despair!
Thus, his gaze towards Lin Xu intensified with murderous intent.
"Ghost King, you, you don't want to kill me..." Lin Xu shrank away in fear.
