Murong Ziyue's complexion shifted, she struggled, her knuckles turning white, yet she failed to break free from Mu Chen's grip.
"Let go!"
Murong Ziyue issued a light rebuke.
"Don't forget, before we left, Master said that you must obey me. If you compromise the plan, I can take the lives of your two new 'friends' at any moment."
A voice as fine as silk crept into Murong Ziyue's ears.
Murong Ziyue, oh Murong Ziyue.
For all your intelligence from a young age, you've committed a grave taboo.
Friends—such a luxury, do you really think you deserve to have any?
Murong Ziyue stiffened, a flash of anger crossing the depths of her eyes.
At that moment, a small, delicate hand suddenly reached out from behind, resting upon the hands of Mu Chen and Murong Ziyue.
"Third Brother Mu, you're hurting her."
Mu Chen was taken aback, the next moment, a sensation of searing heat.
Hiss—
Mu Chen let out a cold hiss, quickly retracting his hand.
