C184 Clear-cut Relationship of Grace and Grudges

"You … "You …" Nalan Zheng's eye sockets shrank crazily. At this moment, under Jiang Xiaobai's gaze, his whole body seemed like a prey that was about to be devoured. An endless chill surrounded his body, and he was suffocating.

In a split-second, Jiang Xiaobai's figure moved, comparable to a ghost, and he stood directly in front of Nalan Zheng