C66 Meeting Duanjiu Again

"Damn you..."

Ye Mo cast aside the last vestige of tenderness in his heart, his gaze once again shrouded in a fierce aura. His hands clenched so tightly that his nails pierced the flesh of his palms, drawing blood that slowly seeped out, dripping onto the grass at his feet.

"Wow, such bravado. If you'd had this kind of nerve back then, I might never have had the chance to kill Bai Qing'er