As soon as Mu Qingling said this, everyone was stunned. They stared fixedly at Mu Wanyue, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog. After interacting with her for a long time, Xuanyuan Po and the others knew Mu Qingling's identity and were especially sympathetic to her. They really did not expect such a melodramatic thing to happen.
Was the City Lord of Luobei City dead? Or did he not know that Nangong Zhiyun, his current wife, had murdered his previous wife? How stupid was he to sleep with an enemy who had killed his wife?
Or was it that all men liked this?
Mu Wanyue's entire body was trembling. She raised her head with difficulty and met Beiting Huang's lowered face. She couldn't see Beiting Huang's face covered by the mask. All she could see was Beiting Huang's cold eyes that were like stars in the winter night. They were like the soft sword in her hand, cold, unrestrained and could make one's soul break.
