After a simple dinner, Ling Han and the others began to rest, and took turns standing guard.
At midnight, Ling Han was sleeping, when he suddenly felt an ice-cold sensation on his neck.
He opened his eyes, and saw that there was already a sword held against his neck. No wonder it felt cold.
The sword was held in Zhu Yangzhou's hand, and Liu Jia, who was beside him, merely watched coldly from the sidelines. He had absolutely no intention of stopping him.
"Senior Brother, what's the meaning of this?" Ling Han asked, pretending to be confused.
Zhu Yangzhou couldn't help but laugh in spite of himself. "Zhang Hanjun, are you really stupid or are you doing this on purpose? Can't you tell?"
After saying this, he shook his head and continued, "You're truly careless. I've already threatened you several times, and in fact, you even knew that I was the one who sent people to kill you. Yet, you're still sleeping so soundly beside me!"
