LAN Xiaoxiao laughed. So this Black Panther really didn't care about her?
Did he completely classify her as one of those weak women who didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken?
Then, he would be gravely mistaken.
Now that his life was still in her hands, he was shamelessly boasting here ...
Lan Xiao's eyes flashed with killing intent.
"Oh, really? Then I'd like to see who will die first between the two of us, Yingluo!"
Her voice was cold and hard, with a hint of mockery and ridicule.
Black Panther's expression changed and the faint smile on his lips suddenly froze.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll send you to the West, alright?" Lan Xiao pinched the dagger in his hand. The sharp blade of the dagger mercilessly pierced through the skin of the Black Panther's blood vessel.
A trace of fear flashed across Black Panther's eyes.
The pain in his neck came in waves.
He could even feel a warm liquid dripping down his neck.
