C91 Bewitching

With this thought in mind, Gu Changlin suddenly pressed Yung Yan's hand onto the table beside him.

The sharp knife in his hand glowed with a cold, snowy light. It was extremely sharp at first glance.

When Gu Changlin held the knife and was about to make his move, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he subconsciously turned his head around