That person turned his head stiffly and saw a young girl in pale-colored clothes standing not far away from him, staring at him coldly.
"Uh, uh??" The black-clothed person let out a guttural sound like a turkey getting gripped by the neck.
Mo Lian glanced at him coldly and flicked away the black cloth veiling his face.
This was an ordinary face that would not even make a splash among common people.
Qiao Mu looked at him coldly. She walked up as a sharp, glistening icicle formed in her hand.
"You, what do you want to do? Ah!" The black-clothed person couldn't help trembling while watching her.
"What do I want to do?" Qiao Mu stated expressionlessly with a cold look, "What do you think."
"Ah!!" With Mo Lian tightening his grip around that person's neck, the latter's screech immediately lodged in his throat.
Qiao Mu's sharp icicle was sliding inch by inch behind the person's ears.
