Hearing Ye Li's voice, calm as still water yet carrying a trace of mockery.
Yang Wanfeng, lying on the ground, moved his lips. In the end, he said tremulously, "She just wanted to spar with you."
Rip!
A blue-gold spear appeared in Ye Li's hand, then plunged fiercely into Yang Wanfeng's thigh. The sound of flesh tearing echoed clearly through the air.
"Ahhhhh—!"
Yang Wanfeng let out a shrill scream. He instinctively reached to pull it out, only for the boy to backhand him hard across the face!
Bang!
The tremendous force swept across his face. Yang Wanfeng's ears rang and his mind went blank. What remained of his consciousness made him instinctively look ahead.
All he saw were the black eyes of the Boy in Black, gleaming with an uncanny light.
"A lie."
Ye Li's voice revealed neither joy nor anger, yet it carried an overwhelming pressure. "One last chance. How exactly did you and your sister plan to deal with me?"
"She, she..."
"Think carefully before you answer. I sincerely advise you."
As he spoke, Ye Li flicked the shaft of the spear with a bent finger. The spear immediately trembled as he said calmly, "Really."
"Grit—!"
Yang Wanfeng clenched his teeth tightly. The intense pain made him bare his teeth and gasp for breath, leaving his mind utterly blank.
Why?
Why did he know it was a lie?!
Ye Li raised his eyes at him. "Three..."
At those words, Yang Wanfeng's heart clenched violently.
Once he said it, judging by the temperament the other party had displayed, Yang Wan's fate was practically foreseeable—
It would definitely be miserable!
Did he really have to say it?
If I say it, Wan'er will be finished. As her brother... Yang Wanfeng's pupils repeatedly dilated and contracted, clearly locked in a