"Qin Yi, if you think you can control both of us, you're delusional. You're the only one who knows how Mo Tianhao and the others died. Kill you, and the secret dies with you forever."
Qin Yi's eyes were indifferent as he said, "To be honest, I admire you. You're smart enough and know how to endure. I even started to genuinely consider you a friend. It seems I was wrong; an enemy is an enemy."
"Want to kill me? First, you need to have the ability. Do you know what happens to those who try to kill me, Qin Yi?"
As Qin Yi spoke, he slowly pulled the daggers out from his shoulder and abdomen, a stream of blood sprayed out, splattering onto the ground.
Purple light flashed, the blood stopped instantly, and the wounds began to rapidly heal.
Looking at Bai Jingqing, Qin Yi said indifferently, "You shouldn't have impersonated Yiyi; you shouldn't have tainted her kindness."
"Since you want to kill me, I won't show any past affection. Don't blame me."
Boom!
