"If there is anyone in this world who can cure the poison of dark color, that person is me." The bright dagger was placed on her neck, with a dark blue light on the tip. The woman in green had an indifferent expression, holding a silk-yellow flower in her hand and looking at it carefully, her voice was also careless. "Don't you want Murong Yuhua's life?" The screams outside the window came in. The black-clothed boy's fingers holding the dagger kept tightening and tightening until it penetrated into the flesh, pressing out rough lines. The boy gritted his teeth, and after a long while, he finally stopped rushing out.