Swish!
The cold light flashed as Ying Zi's scalpel swiftly slashed towards Qingyuan Caicaizi's neck!
Crack!
A crisp sound echoed as the scalpel came to a stop, just one centimeter away from Qingyuan Caicaizi's neck. Ying Zi's hand was restrained by a slender palm.
"Young Master?"
Ying Zi looked perplexedly at Jiang Chen, who had stopped her.
Jiang Chen gently lowered Ying Zi's hand and stared intently at Qingyuan Caicaizi: "Don't you have anything to say?"
Qingyuan Caicaizi opened her eyes, glanced at Ying Zi, then turned to look at Jiang Chen, smiled faintly, and gently shook her head, revealing a hint of resignation to death in her eyes.
Jiang Chen's mind flashed with insight as he tested: "Is it because you've seen Ying Zi safe, you feel your death would be without regrets?"
Ying Zi was startled for a moment, her brows furrowed tightly, and she turned to stare straight into Qingyuan Caicaizi's eyes.
