Ruan Mengmeng makes her move

Just as the bloody fruit knife in Zhan ruxue's hand was about to stab into her chest, a figure neared and swiftly smacked the knife away.

Her hands trembled, and the fruit knife fell to the ground. Zhan ruxue, who had closed her eyes and was ready to die, suddenly opened them.

Zhan ruxue saw that the woman whom she thought was her enemy was standing in front of her with a cold expression.

Even though she saved him, this woman still maintained a cold look. She didn't look different at all.

It was her, ruan Mengmeng!

"What are you doing? I don't want you to save me. Do you think I'll thank you for that? Get out of the way and give me the saber! You don't understand, I shouldn't be living here!"

The fruit knife was already under ruan Mengmeng's feet. She looked down at Zhan ruxue, who was sitting on the ground and covered in blood. Ruan Mengmeng's emotionless little face looked so delicate and cold at this moment that no one dared to look at her directly.