Gong Huiyu's eyes slowly moved downwards to the sharp sword Ji Fengyan held at his throat. His mouth curled in the trace of a smile.
"Price? Perhaps the Queen wants to kill me? The winner takes it all. Since I've lost, you may take my life." Gong Huiyu's tone was completely nonchalant, as if life and death did not mean much to him.
A cold gleam flashed across Ji Fengyan's eyes. Her wrist that held the sword suddenly flicked. Gong Huiyu involuntarily closed his eyes and prepared to meet his death.
But…
His body did not feel the pain it expected. Instead, a warm liquid sprayed all over his face.
