The ordinary young man ahead, carrying a Storage Pouch and a Storage Pouch for storing spirit stones, suddenly overlapped with the man who had been entangled with her in scene after scene within her mind.
Mu Guyue recalled the sight of him being smashed into a paste of flesh by one of her palms, and for a moment, she felt somewhat lost.
She had never experienced intimacy with a man, so all those matters of love between men and women had never stirred the slightest ripple in her heart.
Yet this man before her had actually shared skin-to-skin intimacy with her—and taken away her most precious possession.
"I have to kill him! Once I kill him, no one will know what happened here!!!
"Should I kill him just like that? He's already awake now, while I still haven't recovered. Is he really that easy to kill?"
Mu Guyue thought to herself as two voices battled within her.
Just as Mu Guyue was gathering her magical power and struggling over whether to kill him, Li Yan had already dressed himself. After giving her a complicated look, he quickly departed.
"He actually didn't take the chance to kill me, and there wasn't even the slightest killing intent!"
Watching that rapidly vanishing figure through her Divine Sense, Mu Guyue felt somewhat surprised.
Aside from the Human Race cultivator's flustered and somewhat clumsy escape, when he saw her sleeping, not the slightest killing intent had surged from him.
With her years of instinct from walking along the edge of life and death, she could naturally detect this with keen clarity.
"He must have thought he couldn't kill me, so he went to find some Human Race mighty cultivator for help!"
After Li Yan vanished, Mu Guyue suddenly opened her phoenix eyes. Her thoughts were