'Drip…'
'Drip.'
The sound of blood dropping down the table was heard as the two figures inside the room was closely engaged with each other.
One could see that one of the two was leaning forward with his hands holding the other. And the latter was groaning in pain as his hands were raised in front of his face, his muscle straining to block.
"Qu Xing Xu… what do you think are you doing?!" Yu Fangzhu shouted in one breath. His voice sounded in pain and it wasn't far from what was happening to him right at that moment.
Laughing lightly as if this was a simple matter, Qu Xing Xu replied, "Your highness is quite capable to block me. However, I advise you not to do that as I won't be as lenient now if you continue to be like this."
When Qu Xing Xu drove the chopstick towards Yu Fangzhu's eyes, the prince was quick to block it but with the price of his hands as the chopstick hit home and stabbed his hands instead.
