They are My Children

However, the most frightening thing was not these, but the man in the wheelchair in front of Ximen Zhao.

Under the dim light, Xiao Yan's aura grew colder and more ruthless. Even with a mask on, it did not hinder his handsomeness at all. He was like a demon condensed from the darkness, mysterious yet dangerous. Dark waves surged in his deep black eyes, and turbulent currents surged and exuded a chilling indifference that both frightened and irresistibly attracted others.

Before Ximen Zhao could even speak, Lady Yang beside him woke up as well. As soon as she regained consciousness, she let out a shrill scream.

Ximen Zhao turned his head to look at Lady Yang and saw Ximen Ran's throat being slit and thrown in front of Lady Yang. Their faces were mere inches apart, her bloodshot eyes were wide open as she died with grievances!