A black cloak covered the girl's head, making it impossible to discern her appearance.
It was this half-second of distraction.
The next second, a silver needle had pierced Fu Yunshen's wrist.
The silver needle hit his acupoint squarely, instantly paralyzing his body.
But it was only for a moment.
At the same time, the girl managed to break free from his restraint.
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes dropped as he looked at the silver needle on his wrist.
In an instant, all his thoughts connected into one thread.
He suddenly smiled, then let out a light sigh.
"I'm certainly not just skilled with poison," said Ying Zijin from above, her gaze cool, "You're strong, I admit."
Being firmly in the first place on the assassin's list, Devil was even stronger than she had imagined.
Fu Yunshen lifted his head, his lips curving up: "Ah, that is indeed my honor."
Ying Zijin pressed on her wrist.
Why had this top-level assassin suddenly switched to a different tone?
