C1695 Worry

"Next time, send more powerful assassins. Oh, right. You can't bring this back. It's pointless to say it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Yue held the sword in his hand. The cold blade instantly pierced through the throat of the last assassin. When the blade was drawn out, blood spurted out, and the scarlet splashed onto the ground in the shape of a crescent moon