227. Stop! I

Third-person POV

Murong Qing's legs were kicking the air as she desperately gasped for air. Her long beautiful nails were scratching Weisheng's hand, trying to loosen the grip of the hand.

"Ugh-Cousin…bro…ther…" Murong Qing choked.

Murong Qing glanced at Weisheng and a shiver ran down her spine. Weisheng's sclera had changed into black just like when he lost control of his power. His fangs also grew longer and sharper.

Murong Qing's body instantly froze and she stopped struggling. Her face turned bluer in every second and the vein on her neck and forehead bulged and visible.

Qiyi stood silently at the side, nonchalantly watching a woman almost half the size of the man being choked. As a servant, he didn't have the right to intervene in his master's affair. Furthermore, he had hated Murong Qing since long ago.