Behind her, the temperature in the room dropped to subzero levels.
The eyes of the five beastmen... Hu Yan, Han Jue, Rong Ye, Xuan Long, and even the quiet Shi Feng were literally digging into An Mo's back. Their auras flared up, heavy and suffocating with a sudden, protective fury.
"An Mo..." Xuan Long's voice was a low, dangerous rumble that made the wooden wall vibrate. "Why is my female bowing to you? What 'favors' did you perform for her while she was asleep?"
An Mo shuddered violently, pressing his back against the wall. "Xuan Long, believe me! I didn't do anything!" he wailed, his eyes darting frantically toward the exit.
"Female, please! Stand up! Don't shorten my life! If you keep bowing, these five are going to turn me into mincemeat before sunset!"
He looked at her with an almost teary expression, his hands raised in a defensive posture. "Don't bow at me! I don't know what you're thanking me for, but please, just stop! I want to live to see tomorrow!"
