After rummaging for a while, Feng Manyun finally took out a bottle from the cloth sack, clutching it tightly as she bellowed with labored breathing, "I, I want all of them to die! Die, die, die! Ahhh!"
For all the humiliation, grievances, and suffering she endured, there shall be people! People who will pay a heavy price for this…
Ah!!
Feng Manyun spasmed and trembled repeatedly while wrapped up in her quilt. Her lips were pale white, and her sluggish eyes gazed at the continuously changing, bleak scenery outside the window.
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"Hiss, hiss." Curving black shadows crawled up along the window frame.
"Hiss?" The white snakelet inside Qiao Mu's waist pocket suddenly probed out its small head and gazed vigilantly at the surroundings with its watery eyes.
