Fu Qingtian's pupils violently contracted.
Instinct for survival made him quickly retreat, trying to avoid the attack.
But his body was under control, with no way to escape.
As he saw the dagger thrusting towards him,
His face finally changed.
Fu Yanshen coldly watched, the dagger stopping near his heart.
Watching Fu Qingtian truly face death, the fear that shone in the depths of his eyes.
His gaze was devoid of any warmth as he looked at him, just as Fu Qingtian believed Fu Yanshen wouldn't dare to kill him.
Fu Yanshen's wrist moved again, not piercing straight into the heart but deliberately slanting it a few inches.
The dagger viciously stabbed in.
"Ugh..."
Fu Qingtian's face scrunched up in pain.
Fu Yanshen's eyebrows didn't even furrow; he stabbed with the knife, quickly pulled it out, allowing fresh blood to gush forth.
He tossed the dagger casually to the ground and tenderly wrapped his arms around Mu Chenxi's waist and lifted her.