Wang Xishun was covered in mud, his face smeared with it, and some even stuck to his forehead. Seeing Meng Yue trying to get up and run away, he immediately grabbed her ankle and dragged her back.,Meng Yao's face flushed red, to the point of suffocation. Later, her pupils gradually became dilated and lost their sparkle and vitality.,At this time, Meng Yao opened her eyes. Her eyes had regained their sparkle, but what lay within them was not the usual warmth, but rather a chilling clarity, a cold composure, and a thirst for blood.。