This knife pierced into the other party's heart and killed him instantly. Even a general like Wei Ting, who had fought on the battlefield, could not help but sigh. It was really fast, ruthless, and accurate.
Wei Ting pulled out the dagger and took out a handkerchief to wipe it clean. He turned the blade and aimed the tip at himself before handing the handle to Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao came out.
She took it and sheathed it.
Wei Ting looked at her deeply. "Your aim is not bad."
Su Xiaoxiao put away the dagger and clapped her hands. "It takes one to know one."
Wei Ting had fought in a war and the discomfort of killing for the first time had long passed.
The skills and calmness she displayed were not something a village girl could have.
She had too many secrets. Every day Wei Ting spent with her, he would be more curious.
Su Xiaoxiao looked at the people on the ground and asked, "Did they come for me?"
