"You can't kill me if you use poison." Chu Mingyang sneered as he looked at the poison that could not be easily detected on the smooth black needle surface. Chu Mingyang lowered his head, twisted his body, and kicked his legs, breaking the ice.
"That's right."
Under the situation where An Dier and Chu Mingyang were fighting back and forth, they couldn't tell the difference immediately.
Onlookers, Bing Yan understood that such a stalemate would only last for one brief moment. Gradually, the wounds on Chu Mingqing's body could confirm his thoughts. If this delay continued, the result would only be something that Bing Yan was unwilling to see.
Who... who could help Chu Mingyang?
Bing Yan bit his lower lip, and his five fingers pinched close to his palm with greater force. He did not care
