Massacre

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, followed by a shrill scream.

The man took more than ten steps back and almost fell to the ground. The hand that he had stretched out earlier had been forcefully broken, and it was twisted nearly 90 degrees. Just looking at it was enough to make people gasp.

However, it was not Qing Zhu who had attacked, but someone else.

Gu Xi looked up and saw a slender hand stretching out from behind Qing Zhu. The hand retracted, and a figure walked out from behind Qing Zhu.

A magnetic voice sounded. "Flirting with a woman in broad daylight. How dare you. You deserve to die."

The person who came was a mysterious man. His appearance could not be considered handsome, but his well-defined facial features gave him a masculine aura. His expression was cold, and there was a faint murderous aura in his words.

Gu Xi raised his eyebrows, and a glint of interest flashed across his eyes.