"That's right. If you weren't still useful, why would I keep you around?" Huo Yuhao looked utterly unashamed.
After hearing that, Zhang Lexuan felt an icy chill settle in her heart. She had completely given up on Huo Yuhao.
He was a cold-blooded, heartless bastard who put his own interests above everything.
"What exactly do I have to do?"
Zhang Lexuan spoke with the resolve of someone prepared to face death.
"Just be ready to die. Though, from the looks of it, you're already prepared."
Huo Yuhao's words had haunted her for a long time.
Now, as she was about to die, they flooded her mind, every word painfully clear. The more she thought about them, the less willing she was to accept her fate.
Suddenly, she wanted to live, to stand before Huo Yuhao and slap him hard across the face.
You're the one stirring up trouble, so why are other people the ones who have to die?
And you don't feel the slightest bit guilty,
you hateful bastard!
Zhang Lexuan suddenly opened her tightly shut eyes. Her will to survive erupted. She wanted to live.
But even after mustering every last ounce of strength, she could not squeeze out so much as a trace of soul power. Her soul power was exhausted, and the extreme cold had frozen her body, leaving her unable to move. She could only plummet under gravity's pull.
It was night now, but as though it had been suppressed for far too long, the full moon shed exceptionally rich moonlight. Silver radiance spilled over the world, illuminating her figure with a pure, flawless glow.
She could also see the scenery around her changing at breakneck speed. The ground seemed to be drawing closer and closer, heralding the end of her life.
**"Huo Yuhao,