Feng Lin detested ungratefulness. He seized the other party's hands, and with his other hand, he struck directly in front of her.
It pulsed several times before stopping.
"You! You little brat, I'll kill you!"
Du Zilan's eyes were filled with rage as she growled at Feng Lin.
"The thing I hate the most is ungrateful people like you. I saved your life, and you still laid your hands on me!"
Feng Lin didn't strike this time but fiercely grabbed instead.
"You..."
Du Zilan suddenly broke free, took out a dagger from her pocket, and slashed at Feng Lin.
Feng Lin easily dodged but still got a few strands of his hair cut off.
"It seems you've recovered." Feng Lin quickly pulled out the silver needles and dashed toward the outside.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to throw a taunt, "Aunty, the feel wasn't too bad."
"I'll kill you!"
Just as Du Zilan was about to chase after him, blood began to flow from the wound in front of her.
