Feng Lie's thin lips pressed together, his gaze fixed on Wu Kun before him as he spoke calmly.
"Wu Kun, the game has already begun... The dagger is yours, and the three-minute countdown starts now. The choice is yours... end it yourself and let Wang Xue escape, or drag her down to hell with you, it's up to you."
With that, Feng Lie tossed the dagger in his hand in a parabolic arc towards Wu Kun, who was trapped on the sofa.
Wu Kun: "..."
A thud.
The dagger landed by his side.
Wu Kun looked at the dagger before him, closed his eyes, and shuddered all over.
For a moment, his whole body trembled and convulsed; it was the body's instinctive reaction to the starry sky.
Wu Kun: "..."
Suicide?
Or should he suddenly change his disposition... and kill Wang Xue.
Those injected with the starry sky become bloodthirsty, with violent tendencies almost insanely heightened.
Wang Xue: "..."
