A'niu pulled out a rusty dagger with a crooked mouth.
Suddenly, the sound of a cicada in his ears came to life.
A'niu suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
Indeed, the next second.
The dagger suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light.
"Not good."
A'niu anxiously tried to throw the dagger in his hand away.
But the dagger seemed to be stuck to his hand.
No matter how he shook it, it wouldn't come off.
"A'niu brother, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Ruoshuang, standing not far away, immediately cried out in alarm and ran towards A'niu.
But who knew that at this moment, the man with the crooked mouth suddenly grabbed Ye Ruoshuang's arm.
His facial expression also instantly returned to normal.
"Your, your face!" Ye Ruoshuang screamed in horror.
The man with the crooked mouth's expression darkened, "Little girl, you better not worry about my face, and instead consider whether you can get out of here today."
A'niu was tightly entangled by the dagger in front of him.