Fen Xiao was completely unmindful of the blood and flesh of her palm turning blurry. The only thought in her mind now was to kill her before their leader could see her.
Even if it cost her own life.
No one could understand such obsession. However, in Fen Xiao's view, it was justifiable.
...
Night with a dark moon and high wind, it was a time to commit murder and arson.
In the pitch-black sky, only a few sparks of starlight remained. The weak light crossed the white yarn window and shone on the light-colored bed. The young girl on the bed slept soundly, and by her bed, there stood a man dressed all in black.
Standing still, just like that, he watched the girl quietly with his cold eyes. No one knew what he was thinking at this moment.
Suddenly, the man's hand slid towards his waist. A flash of silver, without hesitation, he stabbed the cold dagger that flickered with an icy light towards the person on the bed - a clean and decisive action.