章 90: Chapter 89: No Survivors

Hearing Xin Yun's voice, the guy who had been lowering his head and looking puzzledly at his own wrist finally felt the pain, and with a fierce move, he hugged his severed wrist, trying to stop the gush of fresh blood, but to no avail.

Seeing this scene, Yi Luo Xiang fiercely furrowed her brows, a feeling of nausea welling up from the bottom of her heart, while Yan Qingying, on the other hand, watched everything in front of her with a calm face, not even slightly furrowing her brow.

"Hmph!" It was at this time that a cold snort sounded, and the leader of the group walked out, his old face extremely serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Young brother, which path are you from? I find you quite unfamiliar, and I don't know why you chose to meddle in our business today!"