Rong Si Jiao looked around in the Portable Residence and saw an absolute beauty.
Without thinking, he flicked a handful of silver powder from his hand, transforming it into a short knife, which he directly placed against Zhao Xiaowan's neck.
"Li Qi, I don't care who this person is, even if I die, I must take someone with me."
Shh shh~
The phonograph chuckled: "That's a puppet, if you want to make a move, go ahead. I'll have my sisters make me another one tomorrow."
Hong Ying was combing her hair, and Rong Si Jiao only saw a strand of hair flash before him for an instant, which then disappeared.
Whose hair was that?
Could it be the woman combing her hair?
She didn't seem to move!
Rong Si Jiao looked down again.
The knife made from silver powder was gone, and the remaining left hand of his was gone as well.
Rong Si Jiao fell to the ground, wailing, as Li Banfeng retracted two shadows and sat close to Rong Si Jiao.
