"You..." Wen Linglong's face changed drastically.
"And... I will never submit to you, because I only belong to him!"
When she mentioned "him," a trace of tenderness suddenly appeared in Fan Mengxue's eyes.
As if reminiscing.
Wen Linglong was momentarily stunned, and then he felt a tremendous sense of humiliation.
No one had ever dared to refuse him before, especially not a woman he valued, which made him extremely angry.
Yet before he could act out, Fan Mengxue lowered her eyes, "I don't want to hear him talk nonsense anymore. Make him disappear!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a dagger as dark as a black spring pierced through Wen Linglong's chest.
Wen Linglong's illusion began to collapse, but he still shouted reluctantly, "Fan Mengxue, you will regret the decision you're making now, I swear ahhhh!"
Thud!
The dagger twisted sharply, completely shattering the illusion, and the voice abruptly ceased.
