The sparse moonlight streamed in and fell on the coffin, a faint scent of blood permeating the luxurious coffin's interior.
Hicks' eyes, as crimson as blood, stared fixedly at the Oriental girl kneeling before him, suddenly falling into a moment of bewilderment.
Is this... Wei? Bai Chuwei?
Why does she seem a little different from the face in his memory?
But it shouldn't be possible that he captured the wrong person.
Suddenly, Hicks extended his cold fingers to lift Tong Qingyan's pale face, admiring the two fresh blood holes on her creamy neck, and deeply chuckled: "Wei, it's been hundreds of years, you've grown quite ugly."
"I told you, stay with my Blood Clan and live for centuries."
Tong Qingyan: "..."
Tong Qingyan was indignant inwardly, feeling immensely humiliated, yet unable to refute.
Indeed, Bai Chuwei was more beautiful than her, or rather, there was no second woman in this world who could surpass her beauty.
