"Ah ah ah..." Wen Rou screamed miserably.
Unfortunately, as soon as she screamed, Xiang Qianqing sealed her voice.
"Sister. Even if you're alert and awake, you need to be quiet." Xiang Qianqing raised a finger to her red lips and whispered, "The noise is too loud, it's disturbing."
Wen Rou's beautiful eyes were blood-red, almost dripping with blood, filled only with pleading, pleading for a quick death from Xiang Qianqing.
"Sister... Three days later, it's the time for my glory. I can't let you die now! I need you to witness it yourself." Xiang Qianqing said gently, taking out a delicate handkerchief.
Gently, Xiang Qianqing lifted the handkerchief to softly wipe the sweat from Wen Rou's forehead: "Sister, why are you sweating? Is it really that painful? I've only heard that the Heart-devouring Pill is painful, never tried it myself."
Wen Rou's beautiful eyes were already red enough to bleed, staring intently at Xiang Qianqing.
For a long time.
