Trap
"What do you want, Lu Zhen?" Xia Mei opened her mouth; however, the voice that came out was very different from her real voice. This voice was more aged and feminine, while Xia Mei's voice had a more youthful and mature tone.
Lu Zhen looked at her with a strange glint in his eyes. "I want to make a deal with you," he asked with a smirk on his face.
Xia Mei paused for a second before she started to laugh in a loud voice.
"What makes you think that you are worthy for me to make a deal with?" Her expression turned serious.
Lu Zhen just shrugged. "I will kill your descendant, then," his crimson eyes reflected a cold hellfire that seemed to burn every single emotion within him.
Xia Mei's eyes narrowed. "You won't kill my descendant; I know it," she replied with a confident tone in her aged voice.