Zhang Que'er sighed, waved her hand to cut the ropes off the other person, and then warned in a cold voice, "But if you dare stop me from killing Long Yuanyuan, I won't give you a second chance!"
Fu Huren removed the rag from his mouth, took a couple of breaths, and looked at the severely injured Zhang Que'er with concern, "Miss Que'er, are you all right?"
"Get out of here."
Zhang Que'er ignored him and turned to walk toward Long Yuanyuan.
Suddenly, Fu Huren saw a paper crane on the ground, picked it up, and hastily asked, "Miss Que'er, is this yours?"
Zhang Que'er turned her head, paused, and reached out to take it.
However, just as the girl's attention was on the paper crane, the seemingly harmless Fu Huren suddenly lunged forward in a quick step, his figure as fast as a phantom, and his sharp knife viciously stabbed into Zhang Que'er's abdomen.
Even though Zhang Que'er reacted in time and swung her sword down, she still couldn't stop him.
