Fu Shang was only wearing a snow-white tunic. Her thin and slender figure held the dagger in her hand.
It was sharp and bright.
She was only a few inches away from slicing open the man's fair neck.
Fu min's face was expressionless. His side profile was white and his eyes were extremely dark. Looking at him like this, he actually gave off a sense of coldness.
This person was definitely not Yan Qi.
It was not her little Tian Tian.
The sudden panic and blankness in his heart made him lose his grip on the dagger.
Little Tian Tian had no trace of her existence in the six paths of reincarnation, but he was able to accompany her in one small world after another.
He was no ordinary mortal.
If he disappeared just like that, she would never be able to find him again.
Fu min's snow-white fingertips trembled as he slightly pursed his lips. His eyes were filled with ruthlessness, and the thick ink-black color almost dyed his face.
