Whoever made Fengdong's Third Young Master uncomfortable, he would make them even more uncomfortable.
Murong Ziyue's body trembled, and her beautiful face was full of anger.
"Mu Chen, don't push it too far! Xin Lin and Little Xinzhuo don't have any Fu Tian Pill you mentioned, and they have nothing to do with the Corpse King!"
Murong Ziyue hated being constrained and threatened by Mu Chen.
Yet she had no way to break free.
Only when she was with Xin Lin and Little Xinzhuo could she forget her tragic background.
But every time that happened, Mu Chen would appear.
The shadow of Fengdong, ever-present.
On one hand, she wanted to be close to Xin Lin and Little Xinzhuo, but on the other hand, she instinctively distanced herself from them.
She knew she was an ominous person, and sooner or later, she'd bring trouble to Xin Lin.
