C189 Chaos Bell

At that moment, Xu Hong was immobilized, struggling in vain as if bound by an unseen force.

Liang Yun, her face a mask of cold detachment, approached and lightly drew the dagger across his cheek.

A thin scar formed instantly, and a chill seeped from the wound as blood trickled down.

"Xiao... Xiao Yun, what are you doing? Please, just let me go," Xu Hong pleaded