But Nie Hexiang's excited voice abruptly ceased.
Like a runaway wild horse, she charged toward Azhen, even stumbling, toppling the unsteady Azhen to the ground.
The next second, Azhen's twisted and bloodied limbs stretched out, like the tentacles of a squid, tightly wrapping around Nie Hexiang, preventing her from breaking free, "Ah! Ah... Ah!!"
"Mr. Chu! Mr. Chu, save me!"
At this moment, Nie Hexiang couldn't see with her eyes, but the tactile sensations on her body couldn't lie, the icy feeling almost freezing her stiff.
Standing not far away, Yang Xiao coldly watched everything unfold, slowly backing away, silent; he didn't wish to spoil Azhen's fun at this moment.
Things happened almost as he expected. After taking control of Nie Hexiang, Azhen didn't kill her immediately but instead enveloped her and began to move backward slowly. Moments later, Azhen's back pressed against the wall, which unexpectedly changed and suddenly bore a door.