It Smells Good
編輯: Misty Cloud Translations
Feng Jiu's hand moved with spirit energy, without looking up, she had caught the two wine cups and placed them gently on the table. She looked at that man and said with a smile: "Your life is really worthless."
The man stiffened up, his chin was lowered down and as the dagger was pressed against his throat. When he looked at the laughing young man dressed in red in front of him, although his expression was not clearly visible, however, his heart shivered a little.
He was very clear about his own skills, but this young man's skills actually surpassed him. With a swift of his hand, the young man had subdued him and the dagger pressed against his neck was even his own dagger.
The strong fellow men surrounding them had stood up and stared at the two men. Surprise showed on their faces. They had wanted to help out, but when they saw how the young man defeated their boss with no more than two or three strokes, they held back.