She didn' t even frown. She walked in front of him unhurriedly. His face had already sunk, his eyes narrowed, as if he couldn' t open them.
Qi Jie took out the silver thread from his sleeve and slowly folded it a few times. He directly flung it out of his wound. His voice was not loud, but by the time he hit the first strike, Fang Zejia had already widened his eyes.
His eyes were originally large, but now, it was as if he was about to die. His eyes fiercely popped out, and his eyes were white like tofu that he had just made. He looked extremely horrified.
However, Qi Jie remained unmoved. She stood there, took a handkerchief, and wiped away the blood on the silver threads. In the furnace that was erected in the dungeon, the constantly dancing flames shone on Qi Jie face, making it seem
