The sickle was in Liu Wuxie's eyes, dilating little by little. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he pressed his right hand on the storage bag.

A ray of terrifying cold light burst out from the storage bag.

The dagger has long been unable to be held down, and is waiting to be unsheathed at any time.

The cold light flashed away, as if it had never appeared before. It was so fast that people couldn't even blink to see it, and it had already disappeared.

The man named Lao Liu suddenly froze, as if someone had cast a magic hold on him, and remained motionless.

The sickle in the hand still maintained the striking posture, why did it stop?

"Lao Liu, what's going on?" the middle-aged man asked.

No one present could clearly see the trajectory of Liu Wuxie's sword, but felt a bright light flash in front of their eyes, which was nothing unusual.

"Tick-tock-tock..."

Drops of blood flowed down Lao Liu's neck, dripping onto the old wooden floor and turning into strange blood flowers.

Lao Liu wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word. His Adam's apple was completely cut off by Liu Wuxie's short knife, and he became mute.

The middle-aged couple looked at each other and saw a hint of fear in each other's eyes as to what had happened.

"You...you weren't poisoned!"

It had been more than a cup of tea, but Liu Wuxie was still very active, and he killed Lao Liu with one strike. There was only one possibility, the powdered gong liquid was of no use to him.


Chapter completed!