Under the night sky, the figures of Ling Tianyou and Gu Ningyue entangled in combat were like a beautiful scenery.
Gu Ningyue never thought Ling Tianyou's skills could be so vicious. If she hadn't anticipated it beforehand or seen his skills before, she might have actually been deceived by Ling Tianyou's words of "just some tricks".
At a critical moment, the Butterfly Knife in Gu Ningyue's hand brushed past his cheek, and Ling Tianyou quickly retreated a few steps, his whip falling to the ground.
In the next moment, Ling Tianyou slumped onto the grass, but a bright smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I lost."
Such a good knife is not easily obtained now, and Gu Ningyue's hand brought out the knife's utmost utility.
Only Gu Ningyue could match such a fine knife. Ling Tianyou smiled, meeting Gu Ningyue was already the greatest luck.
