The words had barely faded when Adi found herself held at swordpoint.
She glared at the man in black clothes with an annoyed expression, "Let go!"
Shiqi expressionlessly withdrew his sword, but before Adi could take a sigh of relief, her hands were bound with rope.
"Hey, what are you doing! Let me go!" Adi struggled for a while, her wrists painfully constricted by the hemp rope.
She had learned martial arts under the State Preceptor, but now with her hands tied, she couldn't perform any maneuvers.
Mo Qingshan secured the bindings and dusted off his clothes, then rushed Shiqi, "Don't delay in delivering her!"
Shiqi nodded, "Yes."
Mo Qingshan, facing the gazes of others, said shamelessly, "It's almost New Year, too much killing and fighting is inauspicious."
Shen Xiheng's eyelids twitched, feeling that today's drama wasn't necessarily a must-see.
