As Chen Nan spoke, the surroundings fell silent, Zhao Han didn't dare even to breathe deeply.
He was very worried about Chen Nan and Su Qingqing. If either of them were hurt, in the end, both would be harmed.
"Don't banter with me. If you keep this up, I won't be merciful."
The White Jade Lotus Platform in Su Qingqing's hand spun around, as if ready to take Chen Nan's head at any moment.
Chen Nan remained unmoved, "If you don't acknowledge this life, then go ahead and kill me. After all, we're strangers anyway."
"You…" Su Qingqing's eyes flashed with fierceness, but then that fierceness disappeared, turning into deep hesitation. The emotion was clearly within a pair of eyes, yet it looked like the expression of two people.
The next moment, Su Qingqing's body slowly became insubstantial, disappearing from sight.
Chen Nan reached out to grab her afterimage, but caught nothing.
