"Brother Mu, long ti no see!"
Mu Hang seed surprised that Su Ping had appeared before him, under the gaze of everyone present, including President Qin, who often appeared on TV, and the two other distinguished individuals beside him.
Mu Hang seed a little nervous, but quickly regained his composure:
"Haha, you’re quite the big shot now, of course, it’s been a while since we last t."
Su Ping smiled slightly: "What big shot? Are you here to pick a fight with ? Don’t ask any tough questions later on."
Mu Hang felt slightly touched.
He could sense the change in the way people around him looked at him.
He understood that Su Ping was there to support him.
Mu Hang pressed his lips together, montarily at a loss for words, and instinctively grasped Su Ping’s hand:
"Su Ping..."
Seeing the expression on Mu Hang’s face, Su Ping smiled, understanding his thoughts, though it wasn’t a big deal to him.
Soon, however, Su Ping furrowed his brow slightly and looked at Mu Hang:
"Brother Mu, your hand is so cold. Is the backstage air conditioning too cold?"
Mu Hang only then realized, looking at Su Ping’s fingers turning a bit pale from his grip, and awkwardly let go:
"It’s... it’s nothing."
He was montarily tongue-tied and felt sothing strange in his body, but he couldn’t tell where that strangeness originated from.
Just then, Qin Erlong and Ray Saint approached, and the forr said:
"Su Ping, go et those breeders who just arrived. So of them flew all the way to Jianghai and hold significant positions in Dragon Nation; it wouldn’t be right not to greet them."
"Sure. I’ll head over. Brother Mu, we’ll catch up after this is over."
Su Ping waved to Mu Hang and then followed Qin Erlong over to those individuals at the front.
Mu Hang sat back down.
This small incident.
Made many people’s eyes on Mu Hang change.
It was clear that Su Ping bore no resentnt towards him and was quite friendly instead?
But at that mont, Mu Hang didn’t care to ponder the changes brought about by those brief minutes; he was feeling an exceedingly strange sensation.
This feeling was like an ice block laid on his brain and heart.
The coldness froze him entirely.
His entire bloodstream, soul, and thoughts were frozen at that mont.
His whole body felt ice cold.
What was happening?
Mu Hang didn’t know what was happening; all he knew was that a voice seed to erge in his ears and heart,
This voice, unfamiliar yet familiar, as if it had appeared in his dreams before.
This voice, like the whisper of a cold witch, seed to bury his intelligence and self-awareness into an icy tomb, and he already felt that his body seed unresponsive to his control.
This indescribable oppressive feeling made him involuntarily want to speak out.
But when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t utter a syllable.
Using all his strength, he touched his chest.
That was a strange Skull Pendant.
It was given to him by his father when he last returned.
This item had no function; even the association’s people didn’t find anything when they checked it, so he kept it as a nto of his tie with his father.
But, at this mont, Mu Hang seed to understand sothing.
His hand and arm were extrely stiff.
The voice in his ear was so clear, it was almost piercing.
He could feel the cold freezing all his blood, while sothing seed to be erging from it.
The thing erging was sothing buried deep in his blood and soul.
At this mont, Mu Hang seed to understand it all,
His eyes darkened with an unimaginable gloom and incomprehension; he couldn’t understand how, in his father’s eyes, familial bonds were so insignificant?
So insignificant that his bloodline could be sacrificed at will?
Yet, except for his forcibly moving arm, his body maintained its previous posture, sitting upright.
Only that hand.
That hand which just shook Su Ping’s hand.
Mu Hang understood; only now did he realize why he ca here and if those past few days’ ntal suggestions ca from that voice?
But even realizing all this was too late.
His whole body was gradually becoming unresponsive.
At that mont, Mu Hang understood it didn’t matter what happened to himself.
Because this thing’s target wasn’t him.
He stretched out the hand that had shaken Su Ping’s hand; he wanted to draw Su Ping’s attention. He wanted to tell Su Ping that this news conference shouldn’t continue.
His eyes were full of bloodshots, and that extended right hand felt like it drained his ntal strength even with a slight move.
But at this mont, Mu Hang was extrely determined.
He must warn Su Ping, even at the cost of his life.
And this was the only mont he could do it.
That trembling hand slowly reached out, attracting the attention of many around him.
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