"Let go? I will, after you're dead. Now, savor the taste of a slow death!"
Xiaobao's voice was incomparably cold, as if it came from the Jiuyou Netherworld, sending a chill through everyone nearby.
"Xiaobao... don't do this!"
Han Bing watched Xiaobao's retreating back, stunned once again.
"Don't? Why not? Just because he is from the Gao Family?"
With that, Xiaobao turned around and gave Han Bing a sunny smile, leaving her somewhat dazed.
"Is this really the Xiaobao I once knew?"
Han Bing stared at Xiaobao's warm smile, shocked once more. Despite his comforting expression, his entire being exuded an unimaginably cold aura.
If Han Bing was the combination of ice and fire, then the Xiaobao of now was decidedly the incarnation of both angel and demon.
"No, you can't kill... me, I... am..."
As his consciousness blurred, fear truly set in for Gao Wei.
"Just because you're from the Gao Family? How laughable!"