You’re Not Dead?

"Yes!"

The black robed man acknowledged. He had already wanted to snatch that veil off to see the real face beneath and now, he was finally given the opportunity to do that.

Watching the black robed man striding over to her, Feng Jiu's hand pressed against her calf without anyone noticing as she turned to stare at the man, her gaze fixed upon him. Her eyes then arced slightly, like they were smiling faintly.

Seeing that, the middle aged man's brows furrowed up further as he thought that the girl was rather strange and he was just about to sound out a word of caution when he saw the girl who had been sitting upon the ground suddenly jump up with a leap as the cold gleam of a dagger spun within her hand. In the very next moment, the sharp point of the dagger edged with chilling murder was thrust straight towards the black robed man.

"Look out!"