"Who goes there?"
At this moment, Guan Lun could no longer see clearly. He could only vaguely make out a figure, and knowing something was amiss, he immediately shouted loudly.
Zhao Ya couldn't be bothered to waste words with him. In a flash, he dashed forward and struck his neck with the back of his blade.
There was no blood.
Because Zhao Ya used the back of the knife.
Yet the force was strong enough, so Guan Lun didn't even groan before collapsing into unconsciousness.
As he fell, Fu Tingfang naturally rolled to the ground from his embrace.
Her originally fair face was flushed red, her eyes becoming hazy, her body moving unnaturally, and she let out involuntary moans.
It was obvious that not only had Guan Lun drugged her with a sedative, but he had also mixed in some aphrodisiac, otherwise, she wouldn't be like this.
Seeing this, Zhao Ya frowned.
He didn't have a shred of fondness for Fu Tingfang.
In fact, he had listed her as one of the people he must kill.
