"Mengxi, help me! Mengxi, please help me!" Panic-stricken, Feng Liu shouted at the top of her lungs.
Dugu Mengxi was struggling. Several times, he wanted to say yes, but —
"Where are you going to get the money?" Dugu Yamo stared at Dugu Mengxi. "How are you going to pay the price equal to 100 acres of spiritual farmland?!"
"I…" Dugu Mengxi was almost in tears.
Feng Wu smiled at Feng Liu. "I'm sorry, but you're going down. Feng Liu, this is your fate."
Had Dugu Mengxi really given her up? Feng Liu was filled with despair.
But soon, she found hope again.
"No! You won't do it!"
She stared at Feng Wu and shook her head. "I'm still your cousin. How can you kill me? If you do, how are you going to face my father and our grandmother? What about the members of the Feng clan?
"That's why you won't throw me down there. Right? Right?!" Feng Liu stared at Feng Wu, looking scared but certain.
