It was silent. The fire reflected in her pupils was getting closer and closer to the explosive. Song Jinghuan could even hear her heartbeat.
At the critical moment, her hand was suddenly grabbed.
Song Jinghuan was shocked. What kind of expert was this? She actually didn't sense anyone approaching at all.
Without any time to think, she quickly took the match in her right hand with her free left hand and threw it in the direction of the fuse of the black gunpowder.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The fuse was about to be ignited.
Unexpectedly, another man in black appeared and caught the matchstick firmly in midair.
There were two of them.
This was what it meant for a warrior to die before they could worry.
She was no longer worried that she would be killed by the black powder if she couldn't escape. She was worried that her death would be in vain.
