Even though there wasn't an inch of intact skin on her body, she didn't even appear as a complete human form.
Qiu Xi's beautiful eyes were still as bright as the starry sky, staring directly at Lan Zhengqing.
She even called out slowly.
"Young Master Lan..."
"Young... Master... Lan..."
It seemed like a plea, yet also a wail.
But whatever she actually meant, Lan Zhengqing completely disregarded it, or perhaps couldn't tell.
On one hand, Qiu Xi had lost half her face, partly bloody and indistinct, partly skeletal, making it impossible to discern her current expression.
On the other hand, Lan Zhengqing had completely lost his mind, utterly oblivious to his actions, uninterested in them.
Who would care about the life or death of a refugee?
Yet it was precisely these two calls that made Lan Zhengqing pause.
Hoo—
Hoo—
Hoo—
Lan Zhengqing exhaled heavily three times, his eye twitching fiercely.
He closed his eyes, calming the anger in his heart.
