Su Xuan, having coveted a bit of feminine allure, regretted deeply that he was wounded by Qiuyue's poisoned Flying Knife. It seemed that from now on, he would have to change his ways regarding women, or it would hinder important matters.
"You've been hit by my poisoned Flying Knife, your death is certain,"
At this moment, although Qiuyue was at a disadvantage, she was incomparably joyful.
Su Xuan really wanted to kill this despicable woman, suddenly a plan came to mind—since she wanted him dead, he would make sure she died as well.
Bang bang bang!
The two were locked in an embrace, but their hands were constantly moving, fighting desperately for the brocade bag.
Su Xuan thought of a devious trick, cursing, "Today you dared to use your body as a condition to poison me, such a vile method, I no longer care about face."
"Ah! What are you doing?!"
