Yang Xiao tightened his grip on the dagger and suddenly pulled it out!
Pu!
A large amount of blood spurted out!
Yang Xiao’s body swayed slightly and he was able to quickly steady himself!
Seeing this, Ling Yingxuan almost couldn't breathe. "Brother Yang Xiao—"
Mieko almost stepped forward to support him. "Yang Xiao, are you all right?"
"I'm fine!" Yang Xiao blocked Mieko's hand. He straightened his body, and his eyes were still bright and indifferent. "I hope you can keep your promise, Crocodile God!"
“Of course, with my status, why would I go back on my word?”
Old Crocodile pretended to be wise and righteous. After all, it was a rule in Jianghu. However, in recent years, he had stopped punishing himself in this way.
Even though it was extremely ancient, when it was spoken by someone of Old Crocodile’s status, it was not out of place at all.
"Brother Yang Xiao!" Ling Yingxuan looked at the blood flowing out of Yang Xiao's chest. Her heart seemed to be held tightly by someone,
