"If you can get down, I don't mind dying under your knife."

The pain from the point of the knife piercing into his chest made Zhao Bin pinch a sweat, but he should show indifference at this time. Of course, if the other party really continues, he is sure to defuse the knife.

"Dang Er."

The knife in her hand fell to the ground. Zhou Yinger looked at Zhao Bin in front of her. She had thought many times about what it would be like to see Huage. A few minutes ago, she planned to revenge herself with the knife, but now she found that she really could not go...