"Tss ..." Upon hearing Ling Xi's words, the man coldly chuckled, with the detachment of a mercenary who had long ago written off his life the moment he entered this bloodthirsty profession. He didn't care for his release.
With a mocking sneer at the corner of her lips, Ling Xi regarded the man with icy, predatory eyes as a sharp clapping sound erupted by everyone's ears.
"Good, very good, excellent; to be honest, I do admire that you're not afraid of death," she paused her clapping, her indifferent gaze fixed on the man, her lips slightly chilled and frost gathering in her eyes, "it's just a pity ... I don't like it."
So ...
The bloodthirsty malice in her eyes flashed briefly as the knife was swiftly raised and then fell, and blood slashed diagonally across the cheek, dripping down noisily to the ground, blossoming instantly into devilishly enticing, scarlet flowers.
