Then, Mo Shangyun cut off the phone before him.

The next moment, shut down directly.

Oh shit!

Mo Shangyun's eyes flashed with murderous aura, but after a two-second pause, he hid it in time.

When the phone screen went dark, a cold voice came from the passenger seat next door, "I have a question I've been wanting to ask."

"Um?"

Putting down the phone, Mo Shangyun tilted his head and looked at her with a little doubt.

Ye Qianxiao fastened her seat belt and crossed her legs. She had wiped the knife clean at some point and was playing with it in her hand.

That posture always carries a natural calmness, as if anything falls into her hands and she is able to do it with ease and there is no need to worry.

"Never killed anyone?" Ye Qianxiao asked, tilting her head.

Hearing her casually ask such words, Mo Shangyun couldn't help but think of the decisiveness of her sword strike, without any hesitation, as if life and death were just a matter of course for her.

Kill those who deserve to be killed; show no mercy.

Liang Zhiqiong, who had been thinking about life in the back seat, couldn't help but raise his head and stared at the two people in front of him with some curiosity.

"Um."

Mo Shangjun responded softly, his mood neither sad nor happy.

"Oh." Turning the knife in her hand, Ye Qianxiao nodded as if suddenly, but soon, she smiled and said almost indifferently, "It's just the first time."
Chapter completed!