"Heh heh heh...
Lin Xue, you'd better be a good girl and surrender!
Trash really is trash. Only trash would play with other trash.
Why not join us? I'll shower you with affection, a hundred times better than that wet-behind-the-ears brat Ying Ming Hao.
Heh heh heh..."
Wang Baishun looked arrogant and smug, as though he already had Lin Xue at his mercy. Every move was vicious and underhanded, aimed straight at her chest or between her legs, drawing jeers from many of the male Heavenly Prodigies.
"You're the trash!
Junior Brother Ying could keep a piece of trash like you firmly under his thumb with one hand. If you have the guts, say that to his face! Who are you trying to fool, puffing yourself up like some big-tailed wolf?!"
Lin Xue snapped back sharply. Although Wang Baishun forced her to retreat again and again, her face was full of scorn, as though she were watching a clown leap about.
That sent Wang Baishun's rage soaring to the heavens, and he erupted like thunder!
The thing he loathed and hated most was hearing anyone mention the fact that he could not defeat Ying Ming Hao.
Whenever those words reached his ears, that unbearable past, filled with pain and humiliation, surged into his mind and left him beside himself with rage!
He immediately threw back his head and roared, "You filthy bitch! You're fucking asking to die!
I'm going to kill you today..."
At that very moment, however, Wang Baishun suddenly felt an uncanny chill coming from behind him, as though something sinister and utterly vicious had locked onto him.
Alarmed, he hurriedly turned and looked around, trying to figure out what was happening.
The sight that greeted him filled him with terror. Ying Ming Hao held the Crimson