142 The Messy Timeline

At this time, Bluebeard was only about eight. His small average-looking face was clean and he didn’t have a single strand of blue whiskers on his face. But, on closer inspection, she realized that the root of his hair was a little blue. After Lin Sanjiu canceled the option, Bluebeard staggered and fell to the ground. "This shouldn’t count right?" Lin Sanjiu mumbled softly and only let out a sigh of relief when the words disappeared from the grainy surface of the brick.