A chill exploded around Zeng Anmin in an instant!!
It was the feeling of being watched.
Like a mouse encountering a cat, as though needles prickled his back!
This was the contempt of a higher life-form toward a lower one.
Zeng Anmin raised his head and looked at Wang Dong.
In his eyes, Wang Dong's body was like Mount Tai collapsing, pressing toward him inch by inch.
"Tap, tap."
They were clearly very light footsteps.
Yet to Zeng Anmin's ears, they sounded like booming thunder—"Boom, boom!!"
"Lift your head."
Wang Dong's emotionless voice was like ten thousand insects drilling into Zeng Anmin's ears.
He was now fewer than ten steps away from Zeng Anmin!
Don't panic!
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath. He first glanced at the headless corpse lying on the ground.
It belonged to Si Xiaoxiao.
As for why Si Zhongxiao had also been affected by the Martial Locking Stone—
That was no longer within the scope of his concerns.
He slowly raised his head and looked toward Wang Dong.
Moonlight flowed like an undercurrent, shifting softly.
When his face was revealed, Wang Dong's expression flickered with slight surprise.
"Zeng Anmin?"
Once Wang Dong saw Zeng Anmin's face clearly, his expression turned mocking:
"I wonder what Duke Wenqing would think if he learned that his only son had become a eunuch."
His words were teasing, but every syllable in his voice was icy.
"I do not know why you got mixed up with Si Xiaoxiao."
"Nor do I know what madness seized that bastard Si Xiaoxiao, making him risk his life to plot against me."
As he spoke, he lightly raised an arm.
"Crack, crack~"
After rolling his wrist twice, Wang Dong lifted his eyelids and gently twirled the short blade in his hand.
"Though I was ambushed,