Gu Qingyan held Li Jiayue in her arms and dodged quickly and the weapon grazed her ear and stabbed the tree trunk.
She turned around and found it was a dagger.
She looked back, but it was quiet as if there was no one there.
But she could feel dangerous.
"Who are you? You'd better come out. If I found you, you will be beaten."
Gu Qingyan 's eyes showed a hint of seriousness, and her tone was full of threats.
After all, if someone attacked behind her back when she was on the way, this person must be ill-bred.
In this case, there was no need to save too much face for this person.
The woods were still quiet as if no one was there.
She took out an unknown paper bag from her arms and her eyes were somewhat vicious.
"Sir, I don't think you want to know how you feel when the wind blows the bone-eroding poison on your body. Don't worry. We will take the antidote in advance. We will be happy to see you suffer!"
As she spoke, she pretended to untie the paper bag.