Ma Wu stared at the woman with a sinister look.
Ran Qingchen, choked by the neck and unable to breathe, suffered the agony of suffocation, too weak to struggle, her face red from the lack of oxygen and her eyes filled with endless despair.
Was she to die here?
The woman was filled with unwillingness.
She had just exchanged vows of love with Jiang Mo, not yet having the chance to truly enjoy this sweet romance, and now she was about to lose it all.
Fate seemed far too cruel to her.
"Lord Ran need not be sad, your subordinate Jiang Mo will soon join you. Do you think the court would let him off?"
Ma Wu gradually tightened his grip.
He relished tormenting those on the verge of death,
watching them slowly approach their demise, slowly falling into despair.
But just as he prepared to deliver the final blow, he was stunned to find that his arm had lost its strength.
A look of shock and confusion spread across his face.
The woman in front of him began to change.
