As Zhuang Xian spoke, she raised her hand and snapped fingers at An Ye. There was some white powder on her fingertips, and it gently dispersed into the air. An Ye didn't notice it, but the powder was sucked into her nose and the atmosphere.
Zhuang Xian chuckled and stepped back. She turned around and walked forward.
An Ye was stunned. Before she could recover from Zhuang Xian's mysterious words, she was shocked by Zhuang Xian's sudden departure.
An Ye didn't understand. She wanted to call out to Zhuang Xian, but she realized that she could only make some strange syllables from her throat. An Ye was stunned. She placed her hands on her neck and felt a sharp pain in her throat. The next moment, An Ye knelt and spat a mouthful of blood!
An Ye, completely scared out of her wits, only slowly got up after two minutes. She tried her best to catch up to Zhuang Xian in front of her. It was as if she had gone crazy, and her mouth made unsightly sounds.
