Xia Mian smiled gently and brushed a strand of hair from her temple, her smile soft and harmless, "Tell me, what is the Mystic Sect?"
How could things of Xuanxue be understood with ordinary thinking?
"If I want you dead, you'll naturally die quietly!" Xia Mian's lips curled slightly, smiling innocently, "Breaking the law? That's impossible!"
Beside them, Lu Zhenqing, holding Shen Man, was already scared stiff.
Is this the fiancée his damned son chose?
Such an Evil God, if she truly entered the Lu Family, wouldn't know how he'd die one day?
"Xia Mian! Age eighteen, born on January 1st, New Calendar, destined as a bane, I, Gu Xiang, make this oath, if Xia Mian perishes, may I descend to Hell with her!" The man bit down with his teeth, using blood from his lips to begin drawing on the ground.
If he couldn't beat her, then he would drag Xia Mian to Hell together!
But despite the man's blood oath, Xia Mian showed no reaction at all.
