Kapitel 1682: Am I dreaming?

The strange sound of a blade cutting flesh was heard from the stage.

Ye Wanwan nonchalantly smirked as the dagger in her hand slashed across Meng Tian's neck.

Meng Tian's pale face was brimming with shock as his hands fatally clutched his neck, his body reflexively falling backward.

Blood seeped out from the gaps between his fingers, dyeing the stage's floor scarlet red within moments.

Meng Tian stared at Ye Wanwan, wanting to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood sprayed out.

"Did you have fun?"

Ye Wanwan cheerfully watched Meng Tian with a languid smile as she allowed the blood to drop from her dagger onto the floor.

Meng Tian twitched and it wasn't long before his body fell back onto the stage with a boom. He spasmed a few more times before all movement ceased, and his final breath slipped out from his lips.

"AH…"