Her voice was still gentle.
Feng Youming, however, felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet and shoot straight to the top of his head.
He now understood that Song Wanning's words didn't mean what he thought they did at all.
In his terror, Song Wanning swung her sword again, directly severing one of his legs...
"Ah—"
He cried out in pain.
Immediately after, his other leg was also cut off.
Feng Youming began to howl miserably in agony. His expression was savage and twisted, blood pouring from beneath him like a torrent. It was a terrifying sight.
He struggled with all his might, forcing his head up to look at Song Wanning.
"You..."
Song Wanning suddenly gave him another gentle smile.
Feng Youming's words caught in his throat. He stared at her in terror and shock for several seconds before choking out a single word: "Lunatic..."
His body trembled, utterly terrified by that smile.
"You lunatic... What in the world are you trying to do?"
