He ... You want to kill me!
Jiang yajing instinctively retreated quickly, but she hit the prop. The pain in her back woke her up for a moment. Am I not acting?
In that split second, si Rong's bent fingers were already close to her neck. At such a close distance, it was as if his hair had already touched it. The feeling of distance between them had already disappeared before he could carefully feel it.
Thump-
Si Rong's hand seemed to have been hurt by something, and it left Jiang yajing's neck in an instant. His body also took a heavy step back, and his heavy foot stepped on the wooden floor, making a sound that shook the hearts of the audience.
She furrowed her brows tightly, the murderous intent in her eyes had already filled her eyes, and there was a trace of imperceptible confusion. She asked coldly, ""What the hell are you!"
