His gaze, as lofty as a snow lotus on a high mountain, surged with intense blood-red color.
He curled his lips and took a step forward.
"Xiao Qi, if I destroy you, would he still accept you?"
Yun Chunnuan: "!"
She backed away until he cornered her against the wall, with nowhere else to retreat.
"Ying Ce, it took a lot for Bianliao and Great Xia to reach a peace agreement. Don't let thousands suffer because of your impulse..."
"What does that have to do with me?"
He smiled gently, the blood-red in his black pupils gradually spreading until it filled his entire iris.
He seemed to be in great pain, so much that sweat was continuously beading on his forehead.
"You're having an attack?"
The hidden illness in his body was congenital.
The original host had only seen it once.
When he had an attack, he was not like a normal person.
It was only then that Yun Chunnuan realized today was the tenth, his madness perhaps due to the hidden illness acting up?
