Red Gold and cold white intertwined into Tai Chi Yin Yang in Fang Qingyu's eyes.
The temperature in the living room suddenly rose!
He Manhe's fingertips emitted a burnt smell, she recoiled as if shocked, only to find her waist tightly bound by nine crimson chains condensed from Qi blood.
"Not sure if you're satisfied with my way of expressing gratitude..."
Fang Qingyu stood up with the momentum, clasping the woman's neck with one hand, the Tribulation Jade patterns flickered beneath his skin like lava: "Miss He, are you satisfied?"
He Manhe listened without speaking, as purple-black mist rose from her back.
Bang!
The glass cup on the coffee table suddenly shattered into dust.
Countless spider silk-like threads shot towards Fang Qingyu's throat.
However, those poisonous threads turned into smoke upon touching the Tribulation Fire, the entire mist was blocked completely by the golden patterns outside.
"How could this be..."
For the first time, He Manhe's expression changed.
