The blade's aura came too quickly, too urgently, yet its momentum was overwhelmingly large.
As Feng Xiaoyu raised her head, the blade's aura had already sliced her in two.
The rampant cold surged instantly across all directions, covering the entire courtyard in a layer of frost.
Chu Qing descended with the blade, but did not relax for a moment.
This blade... cannot kill this woman!
Sure enough, Feng Xiaoyu's voice suddenly came from one side of the rooftop:
"Strange? Shouldn't the third son be handling follow-up matters in Brahma Shock City at this moment?
"Why did you come here?"
Chu Qing lifted his eyes to look at her; her face at this moment genuinely showed confusion.
"Is it because you talk too much?"
Feng Xiaoyu murmured to herself.
Chu Qing said softly:
"You truly do talk too much... The more you speak, the less credible you seem..."
"Oh?"
