"Take your filthy hands off her!"
Li Yun caught Mu Fuwan steadily. The instant he landed, scarlet killing intent burst from Song Shan's eyes.
The aura around him began to roil as his teeth-grinding roar tore through the air.
Song Shan had long regarded Mu Fuwan as his personal property.
Ever since they were young, that timid little girl who had followed behind him, calling him "Senior Brother" at every turn, had been etched into his heart.
Now that Mu Fuwan had grown ever more outstanding—pure and beautiful, with a graceful figure—the thoughts he had buried within only burned fiercer.
Yet, wary of Mu Nian's authority, he had never dared reveal even the slightest hint of it.
He could only bury that obsessive possessiveness beneath the mask of a refined gentleman. In ordinary times, he merely dared to show a few traces of "proper" fondness and care under the name of a senior brother.
Even now, when he harbored killing intent and wanted to personally finish Mu Fuwan off to seize her opportunity—
He would never permit some nameless nobody to touch his possession with filthy hands and defile the "thing" he owned in his heart.
Song Shan gritted his teeth, his face twisting with reluctance. Slowly, he reached into his robes and drew out an ancient jade bottle, its surface wreathed in a faint medicinal fragrance.
He twisted off the stopper, and a jujube-yellow pill rolled into his palm. Round and plump, it glowed with a mellow sheen, while a rich, lingering medicinal aroma instantly spread through the air and entered his nostrils.
Its crisp scent carried a trace of warmth. Merely inhaling it eased more than half the severe pain throughout Song Shan's body, leaving him comfortable all over as the burning pain in his meridians subsided considerably.