Mu Ziyu looked delicate and fragile, but her skills were far from weak.
So when Xia Wenjin pulled out a dagger, she wasn't afraid at all! Those courting death are truly unstoppable—was she trying to assassinate her?
While Mu Ziyu was pondering whether to snap the young girl's neck first or her limbs if Xia Wenjin made a move, she saw the dagger flash coldly and then retract.
On Xia Wenjin's porcelain-like white wrist, a half-inch long wound oozed blood.
The wound was neither shallow nor deep, blood flowed rapidly, and on the wrist as white as jade, it was particularly shocking. If it were a man, seeing such a pretty young girl injured, wouldn't he feel pity?
However, Mu Ziyu didn't move, not even lifting her eyelids.
A ruse of self-harm?
It wouldn't work on her.
Besides, suddenly stabbing oneself as a ruse was too stupid—did this young girl have a mental illness?
Did she intend to relax her with the ruse of self-harm, then deliver a fatal blow?
If so, she had miscalculated!
