Blood was flowing all over the ground, Su Hongtao's eyes full of unwillingness, as Chen Yi's figure was leaving right in front of him.
He wasn't in a hurry to leave.
Bang!
Suddenly, the sound of bricks and tiles shattering was heard. A blood-stained monk's robe descended suddenly from the roof, which had been pierced open, and droplets of blood pearls still dripped from the hem.
Su Hongtao's pale appearance fell into his eyes, Ji Yuan's pupils shrank violently, and his throat emitted faint sounds.
At the banquet, Chen Yi raised and lowered his hand, held tea and toasted, every step was in Ji Yuan's eyes. He was also cautious, yet everything happened like a spontaneous murder in the marketplace, with a white knife going in and a red knife coming out, catching everyone off guard... how come this person showed no intent to kill before taking action?!
