C287 If You Beg Me I will Spare You

In the stormy night, Di Chenjue's tall and cold figure was as mysterious and terrifying as a dark Asura.

He pursed his lips, holding the black umbrella in one hand and the flashlight in the other. The light was aimed directly at Ann Ruoxi's pale and distressed face, staring coldly at the woman.

The light was too blinding, making Ann Ruoxi look even more bloodless, just like a dead person