The red drop fell in the center of her brows, as if a beauty spot drawn by fate.
The motions were almost too quick to see, and Feng Zhiwei was still in shock. She did not understand what had happened, but a coldness filled her heart. In the next moment, she felt her body growing light and she was swept away.
Before anyone could react, the three figures disappeared, leaving a deathly silence in their wake.
Finally, a cold snort cleared the air. Ning Ji gasped in shock and worry, "Sixth Brother, you're injured!"
The Jiu Cheng Commander rushed over in a fluster, but Ning Yi was expressionless. He stared in the direction where Feng Zhiwei had disappeared. He was no long on his horse, and his saddle was in a mess.
In that moment, when he had moved subconsciously to save her face and was striking that man, that shameful woman had done something to his saddle.
