"Farewell, Young Master Mu."
Lin Fan's lips curled slightly, revealing a bizarre and menacing smile.
Fear.
Horrifying.
Terror.
Mu Feichen had no idea what to say, nor did he know what expression to put on. His features twisted, eyes dazed, pupils enlarged, limbs stiff, he seemed like a statue, completely petrified with fear.
Indeed, he had thoughts of wanting to live, even of wanting to escape.
However.
It was just a thought in his heart.
He couldn't put it into action; firstly, because his body was weak and powerless, unable to move, and secondly, he was terrified into a stupor by Lin Fan's sinister and ferocious expression.
A drop of sweat appeared slowly on his forehead, followed by more drops trickling down his cheeks, like a tap left slightly open, instantly soaking his clothes, leaving him looking as if he had just been fished out of water.
"You… what are you… going to do…"
