C1004 Young Face

Zhang Xiaojian was still in his original position, and coldly looked at the distant cavalry, his expression indifferent.

Yelv Xian, on the other hand, was not as calm.

Although Yelv Xian had not moved from his original position, his young and tender face had already turned pale white.

A dagger appeared out of nowhere in his hand and was placed across his neck. He did not know what to do