Qin Ruan skillfully took a handkerchief out of Huo Qiang's pocket as she passed by.
She walked over to Huo Yunjiao, holding the hand that had choked Xuan Qing, and carefully wiped with the handkerchief.
Huo Yunjiao lowered his eyes, Qin Ruan's slightly furrowed brows reflected in his eyes, he pursed his lips and said, "I don't like the eyes with which he was staring at you."
The various malicious intents in those eyes greatly annoyed him, and he could not control the inner urge to kill.
Qin Ruan chuckled lightly, casually saying, "If he's killed, he's killed, but Josh is going to have a tough time."
She pulled back the Golden Whip tied around Xuan Qing's corpse, and, without turning her head, flung the whip out.
The Golden Whip once again imprisoned Xuan Qing's soul, making it impossible to escape.
