Ahya stood behind Xie Jie and locked eyes with Jin Zhu.

Half of her face was hidden in the shadows, with only a smile at the corner of her lips, sarcastic and mocking.

Jinzhu couldn't help but shudder all over, like seeing a ghost, her face was pale.

Zhou Zhong had already taken out the dish of honey-root golden silk rolls, and pondered for a moment over the food box, then had a dagger fetched and pried open the inner layer of the box.

The moment the inner layer ...