The firm grip of her hand made the Ziyuan unable to breathe. She grabbed Nan Zhu wrist and tried to make it easier for her. She said intermittently," Senior... Senior... let me go... please... please."
Nan Zhu eyes narrowed into a slit. Just as the Purple Garden was about to lose its breath, she suddenly slapped the Purple Garden's face. The Purple Garden didn' t have time to take into account the burning sensation on its face. It covered its chest and coughed several times, sucking in the hard-won air.
Nan Zhu walked up to her and looked down at this bold woman." Who gave you the guts to poison chicken soup?"
"No, it's not me." The purple garden protected her neck, afraid that Nan Zhu would choke her again.
"Are you not me? Or are you trying to Mu Xue yourself? She looked at you with
