He could not tolerate her presence.

He wanted her to die.

There was a dark layer in his deep eyes. This time, Huo Qingtian exposed his killing wantonly without any cover.

Black eyes stare at the Muchu flute, which supports the body by the railings.

The pistol moved again and raised to Mu Chudi.

He wasn't sure if the shot had hit his heart, but he could never let Muchudi breathe.

The waves hit the ship. Just as Huo Qingtian was about to shoot at Muchu flute, the ship was swaying violently. The muzzle of the gun was down a few minutes, facing the belly of Muchu flute.

At this...