Sun Jitong saw the incomer's stunningly beautiful face and immediately broke out in cold sweat.
"Qi, Qi Yu, Senior Sister?"
He hurriedly lowered his voice, clasped his fists, and bowed respectfully.
He never expected that Qi Yu would come to the Black Dragon Pool's government office, entering from the back long before they arrived.
Just now, he had pointed out behind their backs that Lin Yuan should keep a distance from Qi Yu. Clearly, Qi Yu already knew about those words.
Qi Yu's beautiful eyes glanced at Sun Jitong, and in the next moment, she pointed with the sheath of her sword, directly stabbing at Sun Jitong's chest.
He felt Qi Yu's movement, yet dared not resist.
Pa.
A dull sound echoed.
Sun Jitong's face turned pale, and he immediately spat out fresh blood. Droplets of blood dyed his snow-white robe red.
