"Using oneself as bait?"
Sikong Xuanji couldn't help but stroke his beard in thought, his eyes constantly flickering.
After a dozen or so breaths, Sikong Xuanji's eyes brightened, and he heavily clasped his hands together and said:
"Using oneself as bait to lure the snake out of the hole!"
"Fellow Taoist, you are truly noble!"
Li Changsheng heard Sikong Xuanji's hypocritical flattery and merely gave a lukewarm smile.
In his heart, he understood that the Sikong family would naturally be more than willing to use him as a blade to kill Chen Zhixing.
However, at this moment, he was already too tired to scheme about these things.
"I wonder how Fellow Taoist Li plans to use himself as bait?"
Sikong Xuanji asked with burning eyes.
"Very simple."
Li Changsheng's eyes surged with a fierce battle intent, and he spoke word by word:
