The short knife has long been unable to hold it back and is waiting to be unsheathed at any time.

The cold light flashed, as if it had never appeared before, so fast that it disappeared without even the blink of an eye.

The man who called Lao Liu suddenly stopped, as if he had been used by someone to perform a magical body fixation technique, and he was motionless.

The sickle in his hand still maintained its attacking posture, why did he stop?

"Lao Liu, what's going on?" asked the middle-aged man.

No one present saw the trajectory of Liu Wuxie's sword clearly, and he felt a light flashing in front of his eyes, without any abnormality.

“Tick tick…”

Drops of blood flowed down Lao Liu's neck, dripping on the old wooden floor, turning into strange blood flowers.

Lao Liu wanted to say something, but he couldn't spit out a word. His Adam's apple was completely cut off by Liu Wuxie's short knife and turned into a mute.

The middle-aged couple looked at each other and saw a hint of fear in each other's eyes. What happened.

"You...you are not poisoned!"
Chapter completed!