The pain he had anticipated never arrived. Instead, what he heard was the miserable screams of the demon men, and Situ Mingrui opened his eyes in puzzlement.
At the very instant his eyes opened, that peerlessly stunning figure crashed fiercely into his line of sight.
An exquisitely beautiful face, black eyes as dazzling as the stars, lips rosy as peach blossoms, a cold and aloof bearing…
It's her!
The girl from last night!
Was it she who made a move to save him?
"Who are you?" The two demon men saw that someone had come, and their gazes instantly turned fierce and wary as they glared viciously at Mu Qianyue.
"We are naturally human." The corners of Mu Qianyue's lips curved in a faint arc. Between her long, jade-like fingers she pinched a silver needle—clearly, it had been her who struck just now.
