Almost at the same moment, a stone shot out like a hidden arrow and accurately hit the poison needle in Kong Jiahao's hand.
"bite!"
The poison needle fell into the abyss.
The black shadow descended again, and Liu Yuting dropped from the sky, his black clothes fluttering, as cold and stern as a god.
Kong Jiahao froze in place, not daring to breathe.
Su Wanwan wanted to rush over excitedly, but Liu Yuting raised his hand and attached a talisman to her, instantly locking her in place.
"I don't like people touching me." He said in a cold voice, "Please respect yourself."
He then took out a piece of talisman paper and pointed it at Kong Jiahao. A spiritual rope appeared out of thin air and coiled around him like a snake, tying Kong Jiahao up tightly.
He walked up to Su Wanwan and handed her the other end of the rope: "Take him down the mountain and call the police. He can't escape."
"This dagger is for you."
After saying this, he turned and disappeared into the forest without any hesitation.
After Su Wanwan regained her freedom, she picked up the dagger on the ground blankly and looked at his back as he left, her heart aching.
She looked down at Kong Jiahao, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and was filled with anger.
"You're a lunatic, a pervert!" She kicked him fiercely. "How dare a scum like you talk about love? You deserve to die abroad!"
"Su Wanwan! You dare to hit me..."
"So what if I hit you! You deserve it!"
She raised her fist and punched Kong Jiahao in the face again and again, crying as she hit him, venting all the humiliation, pain, and unrequited love she had experienced along the way.
I endured for a long time before I didn't stab him.
She was also afraid of going to jail.
Kong Jiahao was tied up and unable to move, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He kept begging for mercy: "Auntie... I was wrong! Forgive me... I won't dare to do it again..."
Su Wanwan's eyes were filled with tears, and she said harshly: "You are worthy!"
Suddenly, a cold wind blew and the air seemed to freeze in an instant.
Before Kong Jiahao could even scream, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Su Wanwan looked back alertly, but saw only a black shadow slowly emerging from the void.
The man was tall, wearing a cloak and a black mask on his face. The lines of the mask were strange, like mechanical marks, covering his facial features. Even his eyes were blurry and misty.
"Su Wanwan." The man's voice seemed to have been specially processed, with a mechanical, hoarse and distorted feeling that made people's scalps tingle. "Do you want to be loved by Liu Yuting?"
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