"Be careful!"
Jiumo Zhiyan suddenly shouted.
Phoenix Wushan was startled for a moment, then felt a stabbing pain in his back. A sharp dagger had already been thrust into his body.
When he looked again at Leng Mei, he discovered it was just a vividly colored plum blossom.
"Cleverness backfires on itself, doesn't it just describe you?"
Leng Mei assassinated Phoenix Wushan and then quickly retreated, her figure once again merging into the darkness.
"Damn it, that girl still had this move and never used it," Zongyu Bianhua was greatly astonished in his heart.
Three people couldn't kill Leng Mei.
Can two people do it?
"Stop worrying about others, take care of yourself," a cold voice suddenly came from the side.
Then, Zongyu Bianhua felt a terrifying chill, as if the whole world was about to freeze.
"Fengming Piaoxue, what are you doing?"
Zongyu Bianhua's last words before death were these.
