Seeing his spear coming so fast, the masked man seemed to be slightly surprised. He was absent-minded for a moment, and the cold light of the spear tip was about to reach his chest.
However, the masked man was obviously not a mediocre person. When the spear almost touched his body, his waist twisted abruptly to avoid the attack. The spear's power was so strong that it cut a corner of his clothes and a piece of black cloth fell slowly.
"You don't seem to be a yellow-scarved thief, do you?" Tong Ying asked in a cold voice. He looked at Ning Que with gleaming eyes and found that there was no yellow-scarved scarf on his neck.
"So what if it's not?" The masked male replied in a low and muffled voice.
"Since you're not a traitor, as long as you let go of the person you're carrying, I'll let
