Chapter 22: The Familiar Feeling of Meeting Pifu Again

  "You really have guts!" Ying Mo sneered, his hand tightening its grip by a few degrees, but the person in front of him didn't show any signs of being overwhelmed, his eyes suddenly turned cold, his expression even more ruthless, and his strength was so great that it almost crushed my jaw.

  But what's the point of that?

  I wish I could just smile slightly and tell him how much I don't care, but I didn't. I had enraged a beast, who knows what frightening action he would take.

  But what's the difference?

  I'm already used to enduring pain alone in the darkness, so why would I care about these things?

  My experiences since childhood have given me a subconscious feeling that I was born to undergo suffering and hardship. So, I no longer hold any illusions, with a calm heart and indifferent eyes, quietly accepting all of this.

  The physical senses have become numb. The heart, perhaps, is even more battered and bruised.

  He's so forceful now, it must be unbearable for ordinary people, otherwise why would this body transmit a faint pain? I slightly furrowed my brow, and Mo You saw it, laughing even more wildly.

  Good heavens! I've just come back to reality - does he think I have Stockholm syndrome or does he have sadistic tendencies?!

  Please, isn't your strength a bit too much? After all, this body has also practiced martial arts and can feel pain. He wouldn't think of pinching me to death, would he? At this moment, I suddenly remembered a line "Killing you is like pinching an ant to death."

  But I'm not an ant! So, you seem to have no right to treat me like this!

  Thinking of this, I felt a little dissatisfied and gently patted the right hand that was pinching my chin. My voice was slightly muffled: "Whatever it is, put me down first, let's talk slowly!"

  "Let you off?" Mo Yu's eyes narrowed. This detestable woman still dared to ask for mercy? How ridiculous!

  Suddenly, the sound of urgent footsteps came from outside the door. A guard knelt down on the ground: "Sir, we've found traces of Fu Junyan at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. We've sealed off the pavilion. Please, sir..." Before he could finish speaking, Ying Muyou suddenly let go and rushed out the door towards the pavilion. The guard was stunned for a few seconds before following after him. I fell to the ground, my head unfortunately hitting the wooden bench. Without time to lament how pathetic I was, I quickly got up and chased after them: "Hey, wait for me!"

  As for why I wanted to catch up, it's because I really wanted to see what kind of person could make Ying Mo Yu so "nervous".

  Why is it that upon hearing this name, one gets a sense of familiarity?