Wearing the Wrong Clothes

Di Qianmo said coldly, "Do you believe that I'll kill you?"

Feng Qing smiled and said, "Fourth Brother, if a person really kills a person, do you think they will inform the other party in advance?"

Di Qianmo's voice was as cold as ice. "I won't kill you. I'll disfigure you and make you wish you were dead!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Di Qianmo turned his wrist and turned the dagger towards Feng Qing's face. Feng Qing was not flustered in the face of danger. She knew that Di Qianmo was serious this time, so she raised her arm to block. Then, she leaned against the wall and flipped to the right.

The next second, the cold dagger streaked across the air and pierced through Feng Qing's long hair that was hanging in the air. Then, a few strands of black and beautiful hair fell in the air.