Lu Xiuying raised her head from the corpse of the third pillar and looked at Yu Yize who was eyeing her eagerly, she stared at the black mist that was curling around the back of his neck almost as if a shadowy hand was reaching out to choke his neck and tilted her head, just as expressionless as ever. " I think you should be more worried about whether you will be able to stay alive or not Mister Yu."
Then ignoring the shocked look on his face, she strode out of the courtyard.
