"Swish!"
"Bang!"
The two sounds rang out almost simultaneously.
Gu Wanrong's flying knife, with Xiao Feng's sudden bend, nailed itself to the bedpost.
"You're quite unruly." Xiao Feng didn't get up but lowered his head, looking at Gu Wanrong in the corner through the gap between his legs.
At this moment, Gu Wanrong felt a sense of utter despair.
Looking at the flying knife on the bedpost, she couldn't tell whether it was a coincidence or if the opponent's skill was so advanced that he predicted the danger and bent his waist just in time.
For in Gu Wanrong's eyes, the timing of Xiao Feng's bend seemed too perfect; if it had been just a tiny bit later, even if it couldn't hit the back of the heart, it could have struck another place.
To her, it felt like it had all been rehearsed in advance, with extraordinary coordination.
But in fact, where in this world are there so many coincidences?
