"As expected of a key, it truly possesses some ability," the man in black sneered coldly, "but unfortunately, today you're destined to die."
But just as Yin Changli was on guard, the man in black suddenly had blood gushing from his neck, and then his entire head fell off.
This greatly changed Yin Changli's expression.
An Innate Perfection expert died so silently?
What was going on?
At that moment, a shadow appeared behind the dead Innate Perfection expert, slowly coagulating into a human form.
It was none other than Zhang Fuguang, who was often seen around.
Wasn't this guy just someone who swept the floor and served tea?
He silently took out an Innate Perfection expert?
Yin Changli was momentarily stunned.
"Go back to sleep," Zhang Fuguang said calmly, as if he didn't care at all, completely dismissing the Innate Perfection expert.
"Uh, okay."
Yin Changli nodded dumbly, said nothing more, and quickly went back to his room to sleep.
