"Lord Mian?" Lin Qi planted his foot on the Sun Elf's head, grinding half his face into the mud as he looked at the other Sun Elves with a half-smile.
These elegant, noble, handsome Sun Elves were all frozen where they stood.
Lord Mian's head had been stomped into the mud. He did not dare struggle in the slightest, terrified that if he so much as moved, the muck would pour into his nostrils and ears. He lay stiffly on the ground, not daring to make the smallest motion.
As for the other Sun Elves, they simply had no idea how to deal with the situation before them. They were of noble birth, exalted Sun Elves, and came from the foremost aristocratic houses among the Sun Elf race. This Lord Mian was, in fact, the youngest prince of the Sun Elves!
Pampered from childhood, they might possess formidable strength, but truthfully, they had never fought anyone before.
With no real combat experience whatsoever, they had merely crossed the sea in secret from the Elf Continent because of an edict from Empress Green Moon, specifically to cause trouble for Lin Qi. But though they had come to trouble Lin Qi, they had never considered what they should do if Lord Mian ended up being stomped into the mud!
A black shadow flashed out from behind Lin Qi. Bilibili, who had somehow arrived at the scene without anyone noticing, laid a sharp curved blade across Lord Mian's neck. Then, with another ordinary little dagger, he casually drove it hard into Lord Mian's backside. "Be good. Don't move, or I'll stick it in your heart!"
Having never so much as scraped the skin of a finger in his entire life, Lord Mian was suddenly stabbed in the rear with a two-inch dagger. He