Xiao Jinyun bent over to pick up the small dagger that had fallen beside the broken arm, and a sense of familiarity welled up in her heart. Where had she seen this before? A sweet smile...
"Cough... Hehe... do you really think... cough... Chuchu's vermin... is an ordinary person... Hehe..."
Inarticulately, Xiao Jinyun's eyes turned red. She looked at the half-dead woman, squatted down and grabbed her slender neck, "Tell me, who is it?"
The mysterious butterfly slowly closed her eyes and didn't say a word until she died.
Like a basin of ice water pouring from the beginning to the end, Xiao Jinyun was in a daze. Of course, she knew who the object in her hand belonged to, but it shouldn't have appeared here, let alone in the hands of Mi Die. How could this have happened?
"Zhao'er, get ri
