Mu Tiantian, who had long lost her calm and reason, only thought about how to say the most hurtful words, how to stab Bai Chenyao right in the heart.
"Even if it were a threat, Tiancheng... Speaking of which, he is gentler than you... gentle!"
"His gentleness makes one surrender willingly!"
Her throat suddenly tightened, and in the small space, the air froze instantly; the pressure, who knows when, had already dropped below zero.
"Mu Tiantian, you're asking for trouble!"
Bai Chenyao's voice was cold and harsh, with an unnoticed tremble.
Asking for trouble?
Mu Tiantian, close to losing consciousness, forcefully pulled out a faint smile.
"Perhaps!"
In their eyes, she was not human at all but merely an object to be kicked around by them!
Even in death, this time, she would resolutely not bow her head.
But she hadn't expected to die not in the crisis-laden mountains of Qi Mountain but at the hands of Bai Chenyao.
How utterly ridiculous!
