The dilapidated roof above the head, which had been in disrepair for a long time, suddenly exploded, and rubble mixed with dust fell down! A man whose whole body exuded the strong smell of blood and hot steam, like a kite with a broken string, accurately hit the roof and fell heavily on Su Nanxing's shaky hard bed.
The wooden bed let out an overwhelmed whine and completely fell apart.
The poison in Su Nanxing's hand was shaken so much that a few drops spilled out and landed on the back of his hand, instantly causing a stinging pain. She narrowed her cold eyes, did not scream, did not retreat, and even the wrist holding the poison did not tremble at all.
In the smoke and dust, the man rose up like a dormant beast.
With a sharp "Zheng" sound, a long sword with a curled blade but still a cold edge came through the air, and the blade stopped steadily at Su Nanxing's throat. Just move it forward half an inch and you can cut her carotid artery.
