Lifting his head, he saw a bitter, cold glint in Li Moying's profound peach-blossomed eyes!
That eerie cold glint was like a dagger that stabbed deep into his body.
Li Tian Er's knees went weak and he immediately knelt on the ground. "Young… Young Master… This Subordinate…"
He had never seen such a terrifying expression on Li Moying and instantly shivered with fright. But he didn't understand what he said wrongly at all.
Every single time the Sacred Phoenix Race was to run into bad luck, the clansmen would gloat over their misfortunes and no one felt that there was anything wrong about this.
Li Moying swept a glance at him and his thin lips moved slightly. "The Sacred Phoenix Race's missing god grade genius… is This Young Lord's wife in the Lower Realm!"
"Wh… What??"
His sentence was much more terrifying than the heavenly thunder.
