Jian Qingqing tilted her head, her face stiff and silent. Her consciousness had always been on the gas tank in the Spatial Kitchen. If he dared to make a move, she would take it out and light it up.
Seeing that she did not speak, Liang Chenghe pressed his sword against her throat and said coldly, "Forget it, I don't want to know either. But you must die today. Then take your secret and go to hell together."
He was about to stab his sword forward when he suddenly felt a gust of wind by his ear. His intuition for danger made him lean back for a moment. In the next moment, a sword appeared in front of him.
Then, he raised his sword and started to tangle with the person.
Jian Qingqing said in surprise, "Lord Ming!"
She secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She almost blew up the gas tank.
