C117 Knife Cut

A sword without killing intent. The sword was already bent, so where could there be killing intent?

Wu Shiyan gently picked up the bent sword and handed it over to Qian Yang. Qian Yang's hands trembled and the sword fell to the ground with an ear-piercing sound.

In the dark night, the bright fire could still bring them some warmth. Chen Xinyi regretted looking at Qian Yang quietly like this