The next second.
Layer upon layer of playing cards flew out like a shower of flowers, knocking Jane B.D., who was hiding in the shadows, down.
Jane B. couldn't escape in time.
The playing cards pierced the skin like the fangs of a viper.
It felt as if barbs were hooking into the flesh.
The playing cards were firmly attached to the flesh.
I can't pull it out no matter what I do.
Jane gave up on removing the playing card stuck in his body and glared angrily at the card's owner.
He will never forget the humiliation that Yan Jiu brought him.
It was Yan Jiu who killed the clone he had painstakingly created, it was Yan Jiu who exposed his actions, and it was Yan Jiu who made him a rat that everyone wanted to kill.
Jane Bode was unable to escape the Xuanmen territory because he contacted the Rosicrucian Cross, who had been trying to persuade him to defect from the Xuanmen.
Later, with the help of a teleportation scroll, he managed to escape from those crazed members of the Xuanmen sect.
He does not regret joining the Rosicrucian Cross.
It was all Yan Jiu's doing that forced him to do it.
It was the Xuanmen sect that forced him to do it.
He vowed that he would make a comeback and kill Yan Jiu and the Xuanmen without leaving a single survivor.
But he never expected that during his first mission for the Rose Cross, he would encounter someone who would be a real problem for him.
Jane couldn't understand it.
How could the family that collects "Starry Night" be related to Yan Jiu? If he had known that Yan Jiu was related to the Hong family, he would have been more careful and would never have shown up in person.
Jane B. tried to stall for time: "You..."
Yan Jiu didn't want to waste words with a dead person. She patted her pockets and said, "Oh no, I'm out of cards."
She didn't want to recycle the bloodstained playing cards.
Yan Jiu pursed her lips unhappily.
Just as Jane Bride was secretly pleased.
The cold wind rustled the camphor leaves, the sound like the tolling of a death knell.
In an instant.
Jane B. was nailed to the tree by countless camphor leaves.
Countless jets of blood shot out.
It dripped onto the ground.
It played a magnificent movement.
Yan Jiu, who caused all of this, glanced lightly at Jian Bude.
It's like an artist admiring their masterpiece.
It's like a hunter inspecting his spoils.
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