King Qing'an's face changed dramatically, he forgot that she doesn't feel pain at all, he shouldn't have considered this by common sense.
He pulled back the curved knife and slashed at the red line, but didn't know what the red line was made of—it wouldn't break. And when he slashed wildly like this, the red line tightened even more, firmly choking his throat.
Breathing became increasingly difficult, Zhu Ning stared at him, covered in blood, "Want to kill me? Let's see who dies first!"
Suddenly, a wolf howl echoed, and the wolf head phantom rushed at Zhu Ning, knocking her to the ground.
The red line scattered, and King Qing'an quickly ran out.
"Stop!" Zhu Ning chased after him recklessly, not caring that she was only wearing a bellyband.
King Qing'an was injured, but his body was agile, like the most courageous wolf on the grasslands, disappearing in an instant.
Zhu Ning stood at the alley entrance, momentarily unsure which way to chase.
