Flower on the Cliff
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
As Li Yao roared, the face of Wuying Qi, or Li Linghai, was more and more twisted, until it was impossible to tell who he or she was anymore!
The domination and cruelty of an emperor on the face where veins were bulging were replaced by demonic madness, and then by the gentleness and firmness of a mother.
His, or her, left hand grabbed the right hand and reached for Li Yao's neck, as if it was trying to choke Li Yao.
However, the right arm cracked and dangled down, unwilling to attack Li Yao at all.
Even the raging long hair was divided into two armies, one red and the other white. Like snakes of different groups, they bit each other hard.
"You're betraying me too?"
Wuying Qi's roar of disbelief burst out, "You ungrateful wench! It was me who rescued you, it was me who taught you your skills, it was me who enabled you to seek revenge, and it was me who allowed you to dominate the royal palace, and this is how you're repaying me?"