When he first met Lu Xiaoyou, she had tried to use psychological hints to get him to talk.
This time, he absolutely cannot fall into Lu Xiaoyou's trap again!
Mou Xiao's body trembled slightly as he resisted the hints in Lu Xiaoyou's voice, "Lu Xiaoyou, don't think you'll get a single word from me!"
Cold frost covered her face, her voice devoid of any warmth, and her eyes showed little emotion.
"If you don't speak, then your Miss Qinghuang can just die."
With her light words, she decided life and death.
At this moment, Qinghuang felt how close death was to her!
She instinctively widened her eyes, her ears almost able to hear the whispers of death.
Lu Xiaoyou's hand was about to press down...
"Boom!" In the pitch-black night sky, which resembled a bed of swan feathers, an orange-yellow firework appeared.
Lu Xiaoyou instinctively looked up, and everyone else glanced out the window.
