Chu Yuning swept aside her green sleeves with a wave, lifting her head, revealing a face ashen white with streaks of blood. She resembled a Rakshasa clawing its way up from hell, fixing her gaze on King Xiao and roaring: "Take it! Use me!",Half an hour later, Ma came out hurriedly clutching a cradle. She must have been in such a rush, she tripped on the threshold.,The grinding of King Xiao's fist suddenly returned to his senses with a piercing scream.。