"I'm not afraid. Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me."
With those words, Murong Yunhai charged at Ye Xingchen. Just as he was about to draw near, Ye Xingchen casually waved a hand, and he froze on the spot.
His expression cold, he glanced at Tang Wanwan beside him, who was tightly bound yet looked utterly composed, and said icily:
"This seems a little different from what I imagined."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Wanwan suddenly laughed, and the ropes around her snapped one after another.
She slowly rose and removed the rag from her mouth, then glanced at Ye Xingchen and could not help asking:
"Why did you take away my memories? Am I not qualified to be with you? You're all so selfish. Is it just because you're so powerful?"
Somewhat bewildered, Ye Xingchen paused. Glancing at the person before him, he shook his head and said:
"It seems something has happened to you. Now let me set everything straight. You shouldn't be like this."
At those words, a faint, mocking smile appeared on Tang Wanwan's face. She shook her head and took another step forward!
A wisp of greenish-black light visibly emerged from her body! The instant Murong Yunhai beside her touched that black light, he collapsed limply to the ground.
"I am who I am. No one can take everything away from me!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Wanwan charged forward. Facing Ye Xingchen, she swung her palm at him without hesitation. Just as it was about to strike, Ye Xingchen, who stood where he was, lifted his hand slightly and caught her fair wrist!
Looking at the woman before him, her face contorted and her eyes bloodshot, he said coldly:
"Letting such meaningless hatred blind you-you're truly something.