In an instant, the murderous aura around Wen Xingming increased several times, completely enveloping his entire body.
Wen Li was surprised that Wen Xingming didn't want her amulet. After all, she and her master had never wanted to draw amulets when many people came up the mountain specifically to ask for them.
After a moment of stunned silence, Wen Xingming was already almost at the exit of the film set.
Wen Li's heart skipped a beat, her mind filled with the words her master had told her before he left.
With the Wen family all dead, her luck in making money in this life has come to an end.
Just as she was about to speak, Wen Li suddenly noticed a masked man standing suspiciously at the entrance of the film set.
Under the blazing sun, the fruit knife in the man's hand emitted a chilling, icy aura.
That's when it happened.
Just as Wen Sirou and Wen Xingming were about to get into the car, the man suddenly rushed out from the side, shouting, "Wen Sirou, I'm going to kill you!"
There was still some distance between them, but Wen Sirou was the first to react and immediately turned around.
When she saw the gleaming fruit knife, Wen Sirou instinctively dodged to the side.
But my second brother is still standing here. If he manages to escape, the one who will die is Wen Xingming.
Faced with the choice between life and death, Wen Sirou chose the former.
Wen Sirou gritted her teeth and dodged to the side, at which point Wen Xingming noticed the man holding the knife.
But there were bushes taller than a person next to him, so there was no hope of getting away.
It’s over!
Wen Xingming closed his eyes in despair.
The expected pain did not come; all that was heard was the middle-aged man's muffled groans of pain.
Wen Xingming opened one eye to take a look. He saw a pair of fair hands gripping the assailant's thick wrist, and the tip of the knife was less than a fist's distance from his chest.
When he looked at the person who saved him, Wen Xingming exclaimed in surprise, "Wen Li?"
Wen Li used force to easily break the assailant's wrist, then kicked him to the ground.
The movements were fluid and seamless. Wen Xingming's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously put his hands behind his back: "Thank you, thank you."
If Wen Li hadn't arrived in time, he probably would have really died.
Wen Li turned around and glanced at Wen Sirou, who was hiding to the side, still shaken. Her gaze turned slightly cold.
Finally, she slowly uttered a few cold words: "Useless thing!"
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