Once he got the knife, he could put it on Willow's neck.

If Sean moved the slightest bit, Quill could cut Willow's neck in one go.

He did not believe that Sean did not care about Willow.

The more Quill thought about it, the more sure of himself he was.

After approaching the steel knife, he slowly bent down to pick it up.

However, his eyes were always on Sean.

Sean stood in the room as Bill and the rest guarded outside the door.

Quill felt fine as long as he was facing in Sean's direction.

Swoosh!

Just then, a cold wind blew from outside the window and hit Quill.

Quill shuddered and glanced at the window but soon withdrew his gaze.

Quill slowly squatted, holding Willow's body and reaching for the steel knife.

"Quill, you're going to die."

Sean said suddenly.

"You're the one going to die!

"Now, get on your knees at once.

"I'm going to show you how I have my way with your woman. Hahaha!"

Quill laughed.

Just as Quill had grasped the knife and relaxed slightly, Sean shoute