227 Help a Friend

MingYu's world tinted with a soft red hue. Time seemed to slow down. His blood boiled in his veins, heart raging against his ribs like a caged beast as he watched LanLin flee as suddenly as she had attacked him.

He was home. Yet home was not where he thought it'd be.

His mind was in turmoil. Grip tight around the pewter staff that felt terribly heavy in his aching arms.

These people, friends turned foes that attacked them without warning - dared ambush them in the night.

Madness - this was madness. It had to be. But why couldn't MingYu see it in RuRong's steel cold gaze as he advanced through the yard, barrelling straight towards him? There was only deadly determination in those dark orbs.

Somehow, it only made MingYu's blood simmer further. He would have accepted madness. It would have given MingYu a reason to let out the bottled anger he felt rapping at his chest, begging to be set free.