Lan Zhenyue was cursed terribly, yet he remained unperturbed, still admiring Feng Qingcheng's furious demeanor with his lustful gaze.
"By the way, aren't you friends with them? But you're on the brink of death, wouldn't you let them see your true face?" he suddenly said.
Chen Nan thought for a moment, his body gradually returning to normal, and the layer of illusion covering him disappeared, revealing his original appearance.
Feng Qingcheng widened her eyes, looking utterly shocked: "You barbarian! You're actually so handsome, yet you transformed into a barbarian to deceive me! When I get out, I'll make sure you pay!"
Chen Nan sighed helplessly, this Feng Qingcheng was a bit too bold; even on the verge of death, her mouth was relentless.
"Tell me, what will make you let us go?"
Lan Zhenyue shook his head and chuckled: "I won't let you go, daring to destroy my clone means you're opposing me, and opposing me means death!"
