C18 Await Death

"Ziling!" Are you alright? "

Yan Handong rushed in front of her to protect her. Wu Ziling retracted the long whip in her hand. The black clothed man looked at her and attacked her with relief.

"Puchi!"

Blood spurted out of Yan Handong's mouth like a sword entering flesh. Wu Ziling hid away expressionlessly, letting the blood spray on the floor