Episode 3: Satan's Descent

  Liu Mingyuan's whole body trembled with pain, slowly turning his head, a cold sweat broke out on the back of his head.

  Under the dim sky, on the vast prairie, the engine roared violently, and the dazzling headlights drew closer and closer. Countless black sedans suddenly stopped in front of the two people.

  The car door opened first, and a pair of powerful legs wrapped in suit pants stepped out. The man had a thick head of hair, deep and sharp facial features carved like a knife, a tall and straight figure, and the all-black suit made his sharp aura stand out even more, as if he was the king from hell, ready to destroy this world.

  The tall man leaned against the car, his hands casually inserted into his pockets. In the dim yellow light, his cold facial features were faintly visible, especially those black eyes, hidden under his slightly long hair, like a bottomless whirlpool. He was clearly smiling, but it made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

  The barking of hounds echoed in the sky, Liu Mingquan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked with a trembling voice.

  "Excuse me, sir, can I help you with something?"

  On the ground, Yu Luo's face was already pale, staring straight at the man not far away, never like this moment, expecting his appearance.

  "Brother..."

  She called out softly, but the words that followed were swallowed back into her throat under his icy gaze.

  However, this "brother" made Liu Mingyuan's eyes widen in shock, he couldn't believe that this ordinary and unremarkable woman was actually the sister of the perfect man in front of him.

  He cursed himself for being unlucky and hastily apologized: "Sorry, Mr. Yu, I didn't know that Luo Luo was your sister."

  The man's eyes sank: "Lolo, you're calling out so intimately."

  He stood up, walked slowly in front of him, slightly bent down, with his hands inserted into his pants pocket, as if watching a clown.

  "Have I ever said that my surname is Yu?"

  He straightened up, his tall stature giving off an invisible sense of oppression, as if he were the god of this world.

  "Bring it back, Lucas just ran out of food."

  "Yes, young master."

  The man turned and entered the car, never looking at the person on the ground from start to finish.

  The loud engine roar started again, and the car sped away, as if nothing had ever happened on this vast empty plain.

  "Miss, I'll send you back to the villa."

  Mo Si walked up to her and said respectfully with his head bowed.

  Yu Luo's tears, which had not yet dried, flowed out again. An hour ago, she left a note hoping to get her brother's blessing. An hour later, the true love she once thought was in his eyes became a joke.

  Mo Si let out a soft sigh, took down a woolen blanket from the car and wrapped it around Yu Luo's body, then bent down to pick her up.