The backyard was very quiet. Long Tianyu, knowing Qinghu's temperament, usually did not allow others to disturb him easily.

Since Lin Mengya faked her death, Qinghu had stayed by his side to assist him.

As soon as he stepped into the backyard, a flash came at him.

Long Tianyu's pupils contracted, but he did not try to dodge it.

A sharp long sword was pointed at his chest.

Long Tianyu raised his head and asked with a ...