"Is that it?"
You damn dog, your skills aren't much, but you sure strike fast.
Li Fan was still guarding against an ambush. Just a second late to follow into the secret chamber, he saw the man from Mount Heng get skinned alive. Truly speechless. How come the Nangong Family is so adept at scheming against their own teammates?
Nangong Wuqing was desperately trying to keep her eyes open, tilting her head back, with the sword's tip half an inch into her throat, a chilling sensation.
Although her 'Faceless' veil obscured her vision, preventing her from clearly seeing the face of this purple-clothed person, she recognized the standard pattern of the Ghost-Culling Mo Sword from the Nangong Family, and screamed out, "Mo Sword! You're from Mo Zhu Mountain! How dare you kill me!"
Li Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes at her, "I dare not? Well, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Come on, give me three reasons not to kill you."
