"Do it!" Wu Lia said, insisting Xu Liang to stab Ming Lan, who was frozen in time.
Xu Liang stopped hesitating since he knew that he needed to do it.
Without waiting for even a second more, he closed his eyes and thrust the knife towards the chest of Ming Lan.
A smile appeared on the face of Wu Lia.
...
Blood started dripping on the ground.
Xu Liang opened his eyes slowly with a complicated look on his face.
Wu Lia also seemed to be stunned. How did this happen so fast? How was he here?
The two boys saw someone that shouldn't be there.
Long Chen was there. He was standing right beside Ming Lan. His right hand was holding the rusted black sword while his left hand was holding the blade of Xu Liang's knife.
As the knife was sharp, Long Chen's skin was cut. The blood was dripping on the ground, but Long Chen didn't make any noise.
"What did you think you were doing!" he thundered furiously as he glared at Xu Liang. He took the knife and threw it to the side.
