Seeing the girl's cold, indifferent gaze, like ancient well water without a trace of warmth, calm yet with a touch of annihilation, as if nothing mattered to her, Zhai Hao was truly terrified this time. He even felt a chill on his neck, and he believed this girl wasn't just making empty threats.
She really might make a move!
Zhai Hao anxiously said, "Don't, don't come over. Old Zhao, Old Qian, are you dead?"
Xia Wenjin smiled and said, "They're not dead; they just want you dead." Though she was smiling, her smile didn't reach her eyes, still looking ice-cold, as if freezing into one's marrow.
The grey-robe and the rough-clothed men angrily said, "You're spouting nonsense!"
