"You're insane!" Murong Xue backed away several steps. "I'm your niece!"
"Your niece?" Murong Pojun burst into wild laughter. "You're not my elder brother's biological daughter. We're not related by blood at all! What makes you think you can't be my woman?"
Mo Li and the Han brothers were stunned by this sudden revelation.
Though Han Wuji was gravely injured, he still couldn't help drawing a sharp breath. "You sick bastard!"
"Sick?" Murong Pojun turned to look at him, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. "You think you're innocent? Didn't I frame you so you'd take the blame, just to let Xue'er focus on her revenge and keep her mind off everything else?"
"That way, she'd depend on me completely and trust me." He licked his lips. "If I just waited a little longer, until she accepted my kindness completely, I'd confess my feelings to her."
Murong Xue felt her stomach churn.
So all that warmth and care over the years had been driven by such a vile motive!
"But that old bastard Mo Yuntian ruined everything." Murder gleamed in Murong Pojun's eyes. "He actually wanted to give Xue'er the blood letter and urged her to find a good man and get married soon."
"So I had no choice but to kill him."
Mo Li was enraged. "You monster! Senior Mo treated you like a brother, and you actually—"
"Brother?" Murong Pojun sneered. "What kind of brother was he? Anyone who stands in the way of me getting the woman I love deserves to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly struck.
A black palm strike shot straight toward Murong Xue!
"Xue'er, look out!" Mo Li tried to stop him, but he was too far away.
At the critical moment, Han Wuji somehow forced himself to move