"Not much. For old times' sake, we originally meant to spare you. But you came charging at us again, so you have no one else to blame."
Bu Er was right.
When Mo Beixing had first attacked them, Yang Qing had already said that, if possible, they should spare her life.
After all, a person's temperament could not turn upside down overnight. Perhaps Mo Beixing had her reasons.
They had shared hardships and joys along the way for so many days. They could not bring themselves to kill her.
What they had not expected was just how ruthless Mo Beixing was. When one scheme failed, she immediately devised another.
Truly, no heart was more venomous than a woman's.
"Stop spouting such hypocrisy. Those words of yours might fool a ghost, but no one else." Mo Beixing shot Bu Er a scornful glance.
Bu Er said nothing more, merely releasing his grip on her collar. "Fine, then. You can go."
Mo Beixing smiled. "The next time we meet, only one side will leave alive. But first, you'll have to make it out of this surrounding mist."
With that, she turned to leave, only to discover that she could not move at all.
"What exactly did you do to me?" Mo Beixing's voice rose.
"We're not the ones who did this." Bu Er lifted his chin. "See this mist?"
Mo Beixing looked at the mist still drifting around them, and a sense of foreboding flashed through her heart.
She had fallen for their trap. They had actually used the mist to turn the tables on her.
"The first time, this mist had already done in almost all the crew. Did you think we'd suffer the same loss a second time?"
They carried quite a few medicinal pills. Mo Beixing knew about some