This sentence once again made Xiang He stop.

"Who are you?"

Xiang He finally asked a question.

Xu Xian breathed a sigh of relief. What he feared the most was that the other party didn't say a word, and as long as the other party spoke, there was a way.

"You see, I'm just a little beggar..."

"fart!"

Xiang He suddenly burst out, and Xu Xian didn't see clearly. The other party's figure had turned into a afterimage. He felt that he had arrived in an instant, and the steel knife in his hand was already pressing against Xu Xian's neck.

The blade even cuts a trace of flesh.

Life hangs on a thread.

"Beggar, how could he know so much? Tell me, were you sent by that bitch Shen Ruohua?" Xiang He's eyes were bloodshot, as if he was a crazy tiger.

Xu Xian was not afraid at all.

Because the other party is determined to kill him, if the blade goes one inch further forward, he will definitely die.

"I don't know who Shen Ruohua is!" Xu Xian felt his neck hurt, but he couldn't move now, so he could only continue, "I'll ask you, do you want to live?"

Xiang He stared at Xu Xian, and Xu Xian also responded to the other party.

It seems like a needle pointed to the wheat.

In just a few breaths, it seemed that a year had passed. Finally, the murderous aura of the neck and the murderous aura weakened, and the next moment, the long sword returned to the sheath.
Chapter completed!