C487 Latent assassination

However, right now, in the middle of the tree hole, there was only a naked corpse, and with one sword sealing his throat, Xiao Feng could not help but take in a breath of cold air. On the back of his neck, there was an extremely small scar, as if it was directly pierced by an extremely sharp sword, and not even a trace of his struggling could be seen.

To have such skills