"You're... really quite confident." Su Qiang smiled with deep meaning.
From my understanding of Su Qiang, I immediately understood the implication of her smile.
Quickly turning around, I grabbed Su Xiaomin's wrist holding the dagger, "Trying to ambush me?"
"You and Su Qiang are both scoundrels." Su Xiaomin, in pain, crumpled to the ground, his mouth still spewing insults.
It seems he loathes Su Qiang just as much as he loathes me.
Perhaps he was threatened with his life, which forced him to attack me from behind.
The knife in his hand was a wooden one stained with mottled blood, emanating a strong evil aura.
If I had been stabbed, my entire Spiritual Power would be sealed instantly.
So... Su Qiang's real target...
Is it to consume me?
These complex thoughts flashed through my mind in a split second.
I pulled out the flower hairpin, and with a raised hand, cut off the black monster claw reaching for my heart from behind.
