With a flash of his figure, Mu Houchu disappeared into the night, carrying the body of the man in black who had been killed.
In the cramped thatched house, all fell instantly silent. The night was still as deep as ever. Ji Xinhe leaned against the fence wall by the window, feeling as if all her strength had been drained.
Sleep till death.
The man's domineering and cold voice still echoed in her ear. He actually said such words to a woman who was stronger than himself.
Could it be that he was interested in her?
Ji Xinhe shook her head sharply, feeling a sense of discomfort. What part of her could he be interested in?!
Her eyes swept over the spot where the dead man had just lain and not a drop of blood had been left behind. The steel nail that he had produced from his palm just now, could kill invisibly.
Why did such a powerful man insist on staying in Yangluo Bay, and why did he have to mess with her, a peasant girl?