C70 Three Months as the Deadline

This was what this wretched man was thinking at this moment. However, just as the dagger in his hand was about to slide down Lee Chenxi's snow-white neck, a dull sound suddenly came from behind him.

If someone were to see it at this time, it would not be hard to notice that a wooden stick appeared out of nowhere behind Lee Chenxi and this wretched man. Then