C72 A Scapegoat

Zuo Yeh glanced at the man and pulled out a dagger from his waist. He stabbed it into Loong Yao's arm.

"Hmm. . . " Loong Yao groaned in a low voice, but he did not make any sound of pain.

Zuo Yeh walked to Loong Yao's side and raised his hand to grab the injured arm. Blood kept flowing down from the arm.

"Ah!" Loong Yao finally couldn't help but cry out.

When Zuo Yeh heard the man's voice