Young Man, What Kind of Demon Are You?

Tian Du City.

In a certain hotel.

The afterglow of the sunset shone on the ground.

One's heart would ache at the flustered and gentle expression on Miss Zhou Yun's face. The teenager in white felt his heart melting and he incessantly waved his hands.

"I'm fine, really.

"Yun-er.

"Don't worry. My body is very tough and strong…"

However, at this moment.

A hand skimmed past him, seized the dagger and pushed it forward, stabbing Zhou Yun.

Poof!

Blood splattered everywhere.

Shush!

Time stopped.

The teenager in white widened his eyes and stared at Lu Ming, who was walking toward him.

"Well…

"Excuse me."

Lu Ming felt very guilty. "Very few ladies would ask me to do this… I haven't had such a chance in the past nor right now… Therefore, I couldn't help it."

The teenager was speechless.

Zhou Yun was speechless.

Damn it! Is this a reason for stabbing other people?!