Ning Xiaoxian lay there stunned, feeling a chill rising from the bottom of her heart, followed by a raging fury: If such a monster does not die, who knows how many innocent women will suffer in the future.
After an unknown amount of time, the wailing and pleading voice of Ru Ji grew lower and lower, nearly inaudible.
Ning Xiaoxian sneaked a glance at Miluo and noticed that the fox's Blood Jade Eyes were becoming clearer and more penetrating, signifying an increasing calm and concentration, which secretly impressed her.
The moment had arrived! A gleam of sharp light flashed in Miluo's eyes outside the house, and with a gentle wave of his hand.
The hunt had finally begun.
A pitch-black sword light flashed into the room, so swift that even Ning Xiaoxian's eyesight failed to catch it completely. She only sensed a shadow flickering at the corner of her eyes, and the first attacker, with both man and sword, silently broke through the window, aiming directly for Huo Mingzhu's throat.
