Brother Qiang's complexion changed, and any obscene thoughts he had vanished.
When it came down to lust versus life, life was undoubtedly more important.
He looked at An Ruo, a glint of viciousness flashing in his eyes.
Yanking a knife from his waist, he advanced on her menacingly.
The man's eyes held a fierce intention to kill, and she truly seemed doomed today.
The cold blade thrust rapidly towards her abdomen, and in that instant, An Ruo forcefully pushed away the two people beside her and turned to leap!
The knife only managed to graze her side, leaving a long, yet shallow cut.
As for her, she quickly tumbled down the steep slope, rolling continuously until she finally came to a stop.
Looking down from the mountaintop, one could only spot a hint of the color of her clothes; she lay motionless amidst dense bushes, as if she had breathed her last.
