A wave of intense pain passed through the back of his head, and Si Chen went dumb, slowly turning his head—
Chi Ying met his icy gaze, as sharp as a knife's edge, and shuddered with fear, her hand dropping the stick "clack" to the ground, her face turning pale.
My God, he didn't faint?
So tough, no, it's terrifying!
More importantly, crimson blood was already sliding down his clean, handsome profile, looking even more sinister and ghostly than the evil he had exuded before.
"I didn't mean to..." Chi Ying swallowed, suddenly losing her nerve.
She seemed to have provoked something she shouldn't have.
"We need to go..." Mu Yin instantly reacted, "whoosh," knocking the man, who was slow to respond from the blow, and grabbed Chi Ying's hand to sprint away.
Caught off guard, Si Chen fell to the ground, his hands hitting the pavement, and his long legs bent.
Even falling down look so graceful?
Chi Ying glanced back, then quickly refocused, "This way, young master..."