Pretend to be a pig, eat the tiger, and take your enemy home.

Yanli was the first to notice something was wrong with Qian Si, and wanted to go over to help her, but was entangled by Chi Yan and couldn't get away.

"You can't even protect yourself, but you still think about women?" Chi Yan followed Yanli's gaze and noticed Qian Si's abnormality. He quickly realized that Chengyu should have done it.

"Jimo Heng, hold him back."

"Okay." Jimo Heng agreed readily. Although his skills were very poor, fortunately, Chi Yan was not much stronger, so he could barely drag it on.

Chi Yan wanted to stop Yanli, but his movement was interrupted when Jimo Heng threw several fan blades at him.

"Stop!" Qian Si became even more agitated when she saw Yanli coming towards her direction, "Don't come close to me."

"Jiaojiao, what's wrong?" Yanli was worried about her condition, but he didn't dare to step forward. He could only stand aside and ask carefully.

Qian Si was silent, her originally impetuous heart calmed down in an instant, her eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of years of ice that could not be melted away, the coolness seeping into her body, and it was biting to the bone.

How could a mere drug control her mood?

And for humans, it’s even more impossible.

Since everything has been arranged long ago, there should be no need to worry about being soft-hearted and timid.

In the killer profession, the most taboo thing is the word love.

She doesn't allow anyone to disrupt her plans.

Yanli met her eyes, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart, as if something had completely exceeded his expectations.

Not only him, but everyone present could feel the change in Qian Si's aura. The temperature dropped sharply, and it was terrifyingly cold, like a precursor to death.

He Lianjiu and Jimo Heng stared at Qian Si, feeling terrified. They always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and the fear of being dominated.

Chengyu was also a little flustered. If he suffered, he wouldn't be able to get away with it, would he?

"Everyone, please save your energy." Qian Si's expression was indifferent, and there was extreme coldness under her cold phoenix eyes, which also contained murderous intent, "Because, none of you can run away today."

Before Yanli could carefully comprehend her words, he saw her slightly raising her arm, turning her wrist, and the bracelet's ringing sound emitted a strange halo under the refraction of the sun.

The next second, countless silver threads shot out from various parts of the chain beads. She used her fingernails to pluck the roots of the silver threads and control the position accurately.

Everyone was caught off guard, and there was only one thought left in their minds.

The silver-threaded flute, she is the God of Death! How could she be the God of Death? How come she is here? How could he be side by side with Yanli...

With Yinsi sacrificed, how could they still survive?

Chi Yan and Zhao Sui, who were fighting with others, had their backs to Qian Si, and they did not expect that Qian Si would suddenly attack them.

Suddenly, silver threads pierced through the shoulder bones from behind, spread all the way to the neck, locked their throats, and already caused several circles of blood marks.

Helianjiu and Chengyu, who were standing slightly further away, had two seconds more reaction time. They tried to struggle to avoid, but their skills were still poor, and their hands and feet were still trapped by the silver wire.

Qian Si raised her fingers slightly, tightened the silver wire, and cut into the flesh of the two of them. The pain was so heart-piercing that she couldn't breathe, let alone move.

Now her whole body was as sharp as a sword drawn out of its sheath, displaying her peerless grace and easily holding their lives in her hands.

Even Jimo Heng, Qiu Xun and Xuanyou were all bound by silver threads and unable to move, but they were not injured like Chi Yan and others.

He Lianjiu, Jimo Heng: This damn familiar feeling.

Everyone looked at Yanli. As we all know, he and the God of Death were once at odds with each other, but after spending so many days together, would they get some special treatment?

The fact is, no, Yanli is tied up with silver wire like the rest of them.

From the moment he saw Yinsi, Yanli's brain had shut down. He never thought about resisting and had no way to resist.

He was in a trance, his eyes as black as obsidian always staring at Qian Si. He couldn't believe it, or maybe he didn't want to believe it, that the person who stayed by his side and softly called him "brother", was actually the one who had secretly His mortal enemy who has been fighting for many years.

Time and time again, the God of Death caused him trouble, ruined his good deeds, and robbed him of his resources... and he showed no mercy when dealing with her.

When he first met her, he did not connect the two. Even if he had doubts about her identity later, he did not think that she was the God of Death.

Because in his impression, that woman was decisive, aloof and cold, and would never show weakness, and was committed to following him.

But now... I have to say, her move is practical and beautiful.

In this confrontation, he lost, completely.

Qian Si raised her eyes and met Yanli's gaze, her eyes were still cold.

"Ha." Yanli looked back, lowered his head and sneered at himself, his lips becoming paler against the blood, giving people a sense of desolation and brokenness.

If you really lose, you not only lose the person, but also the heart.

Although his whole body was obviously injured, he seemed to have lost consciousness, standing there quietly like a decaying dead tree, sucked away by the bleak autumn wind.