Hiss——
A cold hiss colder than the night itself shattered the silence of the night.
Murong Ziyue's face stiffened, and her smiling lips quickly contracted.
Suddenly empty-handed, the bun in her hand fell to the ground.
A pair of slender feet stepped on the bun, scattering the filling all around, and the pristine bun skin was also trampled dirty with mud.
"Such lowly things, how can they be worthy of being consumed by the noble Fengdong Purple Demon."
Boss Mu appeared silently beside Murong Ziyue without a sound.
How he arrived, no one knew.
"You!"
Murong Ziyue's complexion slightly changed, a flash of anger flickering in her beautiful eyes.
She stared at the meat bun on the ground, ripples stirring in her eyes.
"What, Master sent you out on a mission to capture the Corpse King, and here you are, mingling with low-grade individuals."
Boss Mu sneered.
Murong Ziyue's chest heaved, she took a deep breath, her hand fleetingly forming a fist before relaxing again.
