"Hahaha, I told you it was pointless. Why wouldn't the two of you listen?"
Zhong Wuyou's expression relaxed. She cast a Purification Technique, and her body was instantly clean and refreshed.
Aside from her slightly messy hair, the former loveliness had returned to her face.
Zhong Wuyou leaned back gently on the couch, her entire demeanor lazy, as if her earlier fit of temper had nothing to do with her.
She slowly stroked her nails, her red lips parting slightly.
"Don't even think about trying to change anything. You are nothing but ants before me. Besides, my patience is limited. Understand?"
Feng Moxi said lightly, "What do you want?"
In truth, when the two of them were strung up, Chaoyang could have used his Abnormal Fire to save them immediately.
They weren't completely helpless; they didn't have to suffer so much.
But she had stopped him.
