Dusk Palace, seventh floor.
Su Xiao, Yan Chen, the Counterfeit Clown, Black Blood, the OL Beauty, and others gathered together, the scene imaginable.
Su Xiao was maintaining Dragon Slash, with a variety of knife care tools arrayed in front of him.
Yan Chen held a piece of raw meat, teasing the Flame Tiger, which, in front of Yan Chen, was like a big cat.
The Counterfeit Clown was holding a hollow dagger in one hand and a small mirror in the other, seemingly displeased with his current look, occasionally extending the cuts on his face, with fresh blood trickling down the dagger.
Black Blood held his breath, his face flushed red, looking as if he might suffocate at any moment.
The OL Beauty sat on the side, extremely nervous, feeling like a Siberian Husky among wolves, ready to be exposed at any moment, her eyes seemed to shout: 'Who will save me? I'm about to be exposed.'
