C1356 Give Me the Job of a Minister

Finally, when Zhang Xingyun held the dagger and pointed it at the center of Chen Xiang's forehead, she looked at the man in front of her with a face full of shock.

A drop of blood was left on her forehead. The blood-red color made her suddenly understand what Zhang Xingyun meant by saying too much. It was not because she was afraid of not being able to beat him