Zhong Liang was even more convinced that Gu Lan posed no threat; otherwise, why was there no sign of resistance from her?
"Why, why?"
Gu Lan's expression was indifferent. When she didn't smile, there was an ascetic aloofness about her. Her exquisite and beautiful features, matched with the slightly upturned corners of her eyes, and her slightly narrowed, clear eyes, thoroughly aroused the greed in Zhong Liang's heart.
Zhong Liang's breathing became irregular, as he watched his finger pad about to touch Gu Lan's cheek.
"Because he's afraid of death, he wants to use you to test me, to see if I still have the ability to kill him, and conveniently, send me a human head."
"What?"
Gu Lan asked, "Do you think I can kill you?"
Zhong Liang was internally shocked, and before he could retreat, Gu Lan had already reached out her right hand, her fingers climbing lightning-fast onto his neck.
"Ah—!"
