Qi Mohan, I’m Afraid

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—”

“Pfft, pfft, pfft—”

In less than an instant, a long sword pierced through their chests, impaling all three together. They were thoroughly dead.

The other two saw what had happened and tried to run, but another flying sword instantly stabbed them to death.

[Host, Qi Mohan is here.]

Sheng Yanhuan blinked. The corners of her lips tried to curve into a smile, but she couldn’t manage it.

Her body swayed uncontrollably.

“Your Majesty...”

Qi Mohan looked at her, emotions roiling in his eyes. He raised his hand, but didn’t bring it down.

“Are you all right?”...