Ailin wanted to try again, but Jian Xi's hand, at some point, had procured a Swiss Army Knife, its small, thin blade pressed tightly against her throat.
She immediately dared not move.
"I think you no longer need to be alive," Jian Xi sighed with regret, "Such a pity for such a beautiful shell."
"No, don't kill me…" Ailin trembled with fear all over her body.
Jian Xi's reflexes and skills were far beyond her imagination. She finally realized she was wrong, she should never have been enemies with Jian Xi from the start.
"You brought this upon yourself!" Jian Xi's voice was very low but so very cold, as if it were a ghostly chant from hell.
"If you kill me, you'll bear the guilt of taking a life! You will be executed by firing squad!"
"Not at all." Jian Xi laughed, a laugh cold and chilling, "Nan Mufeng won't let anything happen to me. He has the ability!"
Ailin: "…"
