The killing intent in Shen Mu's eyes was obvious, as if she would shoot him if he said one more word. "Next time, I may not lose to you," said the Hunting Knife, licking his lips. Shen Mu tilted her head and her eyes were sharp as a knife. "Next time, I will shoot directly." The Hunting Knife picked up his knife from the ground, turned around and ran away at lightning speed, disappearing into the night, taking the cold killing intent with him.
Shen Mu breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her gun and walked to the door of Huo Yunxiao's room. She didn't even bother to knock, and walked straight in. The spacious bedroom was lit with warm yellow light at the head of the bed, and the bedding was neatly spread out without a single wrinkle. But Huo Yunxiao was not in the room.
