C78 The Blood Devil's Trump Card

Han Yao's heart skipped a beat—a strange sensation, as if her heart was fluttering.

Could Kong Ye have somehow touched her heart?

Puzzled, she reached for her chest and discovered that the pendant she'd worn since childhood was vibrating, emitting a faint red glow.

"This, this…" She was too overwhelmed to find the words.

"You, why do you have my sister's pendant?" Hsu Yao demanded