C1716 The Blackclothed Man

The dagger on the assassin's neck gave rise to a layer of goosebumps. This was the second time he had failed. The first time was on the battlefield of the Barbarians, and this time, the assassin was about to lose his life.

Feng Wuchen put away the King of Hell in his hand under the assassin's surprised gaze.

"You won't kill me!" Unexpectedly, the assassin's voice was very gentle and beautiful