If you were to remove the mask from his face now, you would probably see an extremely distorted and pained expression.
"While I enjoy reasoning, I dislike listening to nonsense. I've already told you not to provoke me. Even with my good temper, my patience has its limits!"
Feng Beichuan stood at the highest point, looking down at the ants on the ground, his tone filled with a cold, disdainful air.
After saying that, he casually brushed off non-existent dust from his sleeves, then took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands before throwing it in front of the man in black's face.
At this moment, Li Chang'an's sword was already at the neck of the man in black he was fighting.
"Tell me, what is your purpose in causing trouble for me time and time again? Why are you so determined to steal that silver spear?"
Li Chang'an spoke, staring coldly at the other party.
Although she now has the other party's life in her hands, she can end their life with a single stroke if she wants.
However, because he had suffered losses at the hands of the other party before, Li Chang'an did not forget to maintain a safe distance from the other party while questioning him, so as not to be bitten by this venomous snake that was waiting for an opportunity.
Just then, the man in black chuckled softly. Although he was already at his limit, his laughter carried an eerie and terrifying aura.
"You're very smart, really smart! Want to know the truth? Come here, I'll tell you..."
The man in black spoke to Li Chang'an in a hoarse voice, his tone seemingly carrying a hint of seduction.
Upon hearing this, Li Chang'an frowned deeply. The other person's words made her feel very uncomfortable, and she couldn't understand what this person meant.
Now that he was so close to the other man, Li Chang'an could clearly see that the black mask on his face was soaked in blood, and the mutilated ear looked bloody and mangled, a truly horrifying sight.
Just what kind of desperate criminals are the people of the Dark Night Pavilion?
Seeing the scene before him, Li Chang'an couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed.
"Watch out!"
Just then, a figure suddenly pounced over and slammed Li Chang'an aside.
Immediately following was the sound of a sword piercing flesh.
Before Li Chang'an could react, she saw Feng Beichuan fly straight out and then crash heavily to the ground.
It made a crisp clanging sound.
Upon closer inspection, Li Chang'an discovered that a dagger had slipped from Feng Beichuan's hand due to inertia and landed not far from him.
A drop of blood slid silently from the sharp, gleaming blade, landing on the ground and mingling with the dust, becoming a small, mottled patch of dark red.
How are you?
Li Chang'an panicked immediately. She quickly ran to Feng Beichuan, squatted down, and helped the man up from the ground.
Feng Beichuan had just taken that palm strike from the other party, and now he seemed to have lost all his strength. His face was pale as he leaned against Li Chang'an's chest, and even his breathing seemed to be trembling.
"It's okay, I'm fine... Do you know he just tried to ambush you? How could you be so stupid, you almost fell for his trick..."
As Feng Beichuan spoke, he managed a weak smile, as if trying to reassure the other person that he was truly alright.
But the next second, he bent over and coughed violently, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.
Li Chang'an also frowned, then said in a deep voice, "Say less, let me help you to the side for a bit."
After saying that, she put one of Feng Beichuan's hands on her shoulder, preparing to help him up from the ground.
"Your dagger... how did it come to be?"
Just then, the man in black suddenly looked at Li Chang'an and Feng Beichuan with disbelief and spoke.
It turned out that just as he was about to make a move, Feng Beichuan actually went over and pulled out the dagger from Li Chang'an's waist and stabbed him, which is why he was slapped away with a palm.
Li Chang'an turned his head and saw that the black-clad man's stab wound was not fatal, but judging from the tone of his voice and his current limp and trembling appearance, which made him seem unsteady on his feet, he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
Logically speaking, people like them who walk on the edge of a knife every day shouldn't end up like this if they were only stabbed in a non-vital area.
Before he could think it through, Li Chang'an saw the man in black collapse to the ground.
"Where did you get the Three-Day Soul-Severing Technique? Who are you? I... I'll kill you..."
The man in black was struggling to get up, supporting himself on the ground with his hands. However, it was clear from his voice that he was breathing very unsteadily. Although the veins on the back of his hands were bulging from the effort, he still couldn't stand up.
Li Chang'an felt completely bewildered by the other person's words; she didn't understand what they meant at all.
Three days to lose one's soul?
What is this thing?
However, judging from the other person's symptoms, it seems that there are signs of poisoning.
After all, no matter what was said, Li Chang'an would never believe that Feng Beichuan could injure his opponent so badly with a single strike.
The only possibility is that the knife was poisoned, but another problem arises: Li Chang'an always carried the dagger with him, so how could it be poisoned?
But at this moment, Li Chang'an couldn't care less about these issues. Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best option. She felt that it was best for her to get away with Feng Beichuan first.
Just then, the man in black suddenly pulled a small porcelain bottle from his clothes, opened it, and poured the contents into his mouth.
The next moment, the man suddenly roared, and the porcelain bottle in his hand turned into dust in an instant!
Li Chang'an suddenly turned his head and saw that the man's eyes had turned bloodshot, as if he had gone mad. He suddenly sprang up, and the curved knife in his hand was already close at hand.
Just at this critical moment, a dark red figure suddenly descended from the sky, and the next moment, a long sword gleaming with cold light deflected the curved knife in the black-clad man's hand.
Then another heavy thud was heard, and the man in black was kicked far away.
The sword in Zhuque's hand was now pointing directly at the opponent's throat, less than half an inch away. With the slightest movement, she could end the opponent's life.
But the man in black suddenly began to breathe heavily, his chest heaving, and then he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
He struggled to support himself on the ground with his hands, looked up at the woman in front of him, and a dark and ambiguous color flashed in his eyes.
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