"Miss Nangong, you're safe now."
Monet Yun spoke fluent Chinese with a lot of flair, stepping forward to personally remove the black tape from Nangong Bing's eyes, her delicate and radiant face indeed captivating.
Furthermore, her figure was excellent, and every smile and frown carried a subtle allure.
"Who are you?"
Nangong Bing's rounded eyes first scanned the surroundings, then she asked calmly.
"Nightmare Master, Monet Yun."
Monet Yun smiled.
Just moments ago, during the Heavenly Martial Society's pursuit, Nangong Bing had been inside the car and didn't get a clear view of Monet Yun, so meeting again felt a bit awkward.
In just one day, from the Heavenly Martial Society to Blood Oath, and finally the Nightmare Master, all kinds of forces were gathering, making even Lin Zifeng feel overwhelmed.
"Why did you save me?"
"Because I want to sell a favor to the Death God."
