It seemed that Xu Fan's bold move had frightened Feng Huang, instantly dispersing the allure on her face.
"Oppa, you're in such a hurry..."
Her eyes held a complex expression as she tried to avoid Xu Fan.
However, Xu Fan wouldn't have it.
With one hand, he grasped her thigh and reached right in.
"You!"
Accompanied by Feng Huang's angry rebuke, Xu Fan, squinting his eyes, seized something tied around her thigh.
"The remaining one, should I search for it, or will you hand it over willingly?"
In his hand was a strangely shaped dagger.
It was unclear how much blood it had absorbed, but at that moment, under the light, it emitted a chilling gleam.
The Fang Dagger, this was the weapon Feng Huang always carried with her.
Xu Fan could no longer recall how many people had been deceived by her appearance, only to have their throats slit by this dagger.
Just now, Feng Huang's seduction was clearly to unexpectedly draw these daggers in preparation.
Ping!
