Xia Wan'er looked at him in horror. It turned out that Murong Qiao had really come to this world.
He disguised himself so well that I didn't even notice that I had been with him for such a long time!
No, she couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
Xia Wan'er struggled to stand up by supporting herself against the wall and reached out to open the door.
But Murong Qiao was one step faster than her and stood in front of the door, staring at her with bloodthirsty madness.
Xia Wan'er had no choice but to run back to the table. Seeing the fruit knife on the fruit plate, she immediately grabbed it and pointed it at Murong Qiao, pretending to be dumbfounded and said, "Teacher Shangguan, I don't understand what you are talking about. Our play is clearly about the emperor and Yan Mumu."
"Emperor?" Murong Qiao smiled sarcastically and walked towards her. "Wan'er, you really haven't changed at all. You still want to be the queen?"
Seeing him getting closer and closer to her, Xia Wan'er quickly shouted, "I don't know what's wrong with you, but I warn you not to come over, or I'll be rude to you!"
"After all, they are just old lovers meeting each other. This is not good." Murong Qiao just turned sideways and easily avoided Xia Wan'er's fruit knife.
Before Xia Wan'er could react, the knife in her hand was snatched away by Murong Qiao, thrown out and stuck straight into the door.
There was a huge disparity in strength between the two, and Xia Wan'er had no power to resist at all!
"Wan'er, stop struggling, you belong to me, otherwise you wouldn't have come here with me." Murong Qiao reached out to touch Xia Wan'er's face, his eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and his face was almost distorted.
"No, get out of here!" Xia Wan'er's throat still hurt, and she was paying close attention to his movements. Seeing this, she quickly dodged to the side.
However, he didn't expect that this would anger Murong Qiao. He grabbed Xia Wan'er's hand, pressed her head and threw her to the ground.
Xia Wan'er was unable to dodge and her head hit the one-way glass wall of the VVIP room. There was a buzzing in her head. She felt that her head was gone. After a while of numbness, she felt a burning pain. Her eyes went black and she was dizzy. Her consciousness was a little dazed and there was a sweet and fishy smell in her mouth.
She subconsciously touched the back of her head, but didn't feel any wetness.
There should be no bleeding.
She forced herself to open her eyes, and saw Murong Qiao standing in front of her condescendingly: "Wan'er, even if it's you, you can't disobey me."
He half squatted down, his eyes moved down from Xia Wan'er's beautiful face, and stopped at her somewhat messy collar. There was a bloodthirstiness and madness in his eyes. He licked his dry lips and said with unsatisfied interest: "It has been so many years. Now you are much more mature and charming than when you were in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Reunited after a long separation, tender love is what we should have."
As he spoke, he reached out and ripped open Xia Wan'er's collar.
The delicate little button was bounced out, rolled to the ground and disappeared.
It was like Xia Wan'er's heart, falling into the abyss.
Xia Wan'er only felt disgust and fear towards Murong Qiao.
She wanted to hide, but she didn't have the energy. Qiao Mingye's face flashed through her mind, and she felt nothing but regret.
"Stop it." Xia Wan'er tried to push him away weakly, but to no avail.
"What?" Murong Qiao grabbed her collar, forcing her to half-raise her body and face him. "Do you think you have room to refuse?"
Xia Wan'er held his hand tightly, her face pale: "This is a society ruled by law, you can't do this to me...!"
"Really?" Murong Qiao sneered, dragged her close to the one-way viewing glass facing the terminal hall, pressed her face directly against it, stared at the densely packed crowd below, his face full of ferocious excitement: "Then I will enjoy you in front of these people, I want to see who can punish me!"
(End of this chapter)