"Ugh--" Bai Yiyue couldn't help it, nearly vomiting the food she had eaten in the morning.
"Bitch!" Da Kuaitou originally planned to cover Bai Yiyue's cherry lips to taste the sweetness inside, but her dry heave ruined his mood.
Raising his hand, Da Kuaitou intended to slap Bai Yiyue, but when his palm was just lifted, not yet falling, he suddenly knelt on the ground, hugging his hand.
Looking closer, Da Kuaitou's right hand had been chopped off by someone. The severed hand lay on the ground, bloodied and twitching, steaming heat emerging from it, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.
"Swish swish--" Two sounds, and the ropes binding Bai Yiyue were cut. The sword embedded in the tree trunk returned to her grasp.
"How is it you?"
When Bai Yiyue saw the person, she exclaimed in surprise. Wasn't this person the one who had competed with her on the platform before, Ruyi? How could he appear here?
