The next second.
Beicheng Xue sneered coldly.
"Ridiculous."
"An Xi."
Li Feng turned his head, looking at An Xi, who seemed to be frozen by an Immobilization Spell.
"Ha, stupid woman."
The hostage, Lin Wan'er, directly removed the knife from her neck, pushed An Xi away, and An Xi collapsed to the ground.
Lin Wan'er curled her lips, lifted her foot, and fiercely kicked An Xi's stomach: "You dared to hit my mouth, weren't you very arrogant before?"
"Still dare to hold me hostage, utterly shameless."
"If you dare to touch her again, I'll make you wish you were dead."
Li Feng looked at Lin Wan'er with eyes full of rage, and upon hearing Li Feng's threat, she suddenly turned around and looked over with a smile.
"Oh, threatening me?"
"Do you still have that capital? Your plan was good, but what a pity, this foolish woman beside you worried about you and ran back."
"Tsk tsk, this woman is indeed deeply devoted to you."
