Xing Yuan was momentarily stunned, his gaze falling on the woman in front of him. Her body was thin, her clothes were tattered, but being close to her, one could feel the delicacy of her skin.
Recalling her fearless eyes, he thought to himself, "She truly is a pitiful little creature, no wonder she's not even afraid of death."
Her husband cares about another woman so much that she's lost the will to live—how utterly foolish!
"Step back, or I really will kill her! At worst, we'll die together."
Xing Yuan's voice was sharp and vicious, and with a sudden movement of the dagger in his hand, a droplet of blood appeared on Ning Zhen's neck, making her involuntarily let out a muffled grunt from the pain.
Shen Ruoxi, Jun Moling, and Xiao Chengyi were all taken aback and hastily retreated a few steps.
Xing Yuan took the opportunity to shove Ning Zhen forward forcefully, swiftly retreating himself, his figure flashing as he flew away.
