Lv Qingzhu flicked the tip of the sword, and Duan Rong's clothes fell onto his own body.
Duan Rong sighed softly, picked up the clothes, and sat up.
Their eyes met, and Lv Qingzhu's face was as cold as frost!
The moment Duan Rong sat up, her sword was already pointing at his throat.
Duan Rong could faintly feel a hint of chill at the tip of the sword against his throat, but no matter how cold the Sword Edge was, it was not as cold as Lv Qingzhu's gaze at that moment.
Duan Rong stared blankly at Lv Qingzhu, without a trace of fear.
Lv Qingzhu looked at Duan Rong's expression and angrily said, "Do you think I won't kill you?"
Duan Rong's eyes were calm, saying, "This life of mine, from now on, belongs to you, Miss. If you wish to take it, it's yours."
Lv Qingzhu bit her lip, the sword in her hand trembling, clearly experiencing an intense inner struggle.
