"Stab me? What's wrong, lost your nerve?"
Zheng Jiluo taunted arrogantly. At this moment, in his heart, watching Bai Xiaofan struggle to live but unable to die was even more satisfying than killing him directly.
"When we first met by the riverbank, then encountered each other again at the assassination at the villa, we were but strangers passing by. Yet because of me, you got caught up in this turmoil, trapped yourself in an iron cage, suffering untold hardships. I, Bai Xiaofan, owe you this!"
Bai Xiaofan looked at Chu Yuyan, his words measured and deliberate. As his voice fell, the dagger in his hand stabbed into his belly.
"No..."
Chu Yuyan cried out in despair, her screams filled with agony.
"No matter what happens after this, Chu Yuyan, your friendship, I, Bai Xiaofan, have firmly established!"
As Bai Xiaofan's words came to an end, the second dagger also plunged into his belly.
"Whimper..."
