章 1672: Face-slapping, Round 2 (2)

However, as soon as she spoke, Sefiro realized that something was wrong.

She felt a cool sensation on her neck, and it began to hurt.

She touched it and felt something sticky on her fingers. She then smelled blood. When she saw her hand, she almost fainted.

"Blood, blood, blood… There's so much blood!"

Sefiro went pale. She stared at Feng Wu with an astonished look in her eyes. "You, you —"

She only felt the wound on her throat when she saw the blood. The fear of losing her life then overwhelmed her.

It hurt…

Sefiro wanted to say something, but she then realized that she couldn't speak.

She felt the cut on her throat, and her difficulty in breathing made her shake from head to toe.

Clapping her hands, Feng Wu stood up and looked down at Sefiro with a smile. "Very impressive assassination skills."

Sefiro had almost gotten her.

Sefiro covered her throat, but the blood kept oozing out, and she couldn't stop it.