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It was during this pause that she heard the screams.

Those were the sounds of struggling, unique to any woman who was suffering violent abuse. There was also the sound of clothes being ripped off and the lewd laughs of not just one man. Those noises were drowned out by the heavy downpour, but in her ears, they were as loud as a huge thunder!

Right outside her room, in front of the window and just meters away from her, a woman was suffering the most destructive torture in the universe.

How could that happen!

Meng Fuyao's mind went black, and she instinctively wanted to release her grip. Her first instinct was to jump out, dash out, and kill the offender.

However, it was at that moment when she retreated her fingers, that Zhangsun Wuji's inner energy instantly became chaotic because of her unsteady pace. His inner energy surged and became messy, and it was a perilous situation!

Meng Fuyao froze.