"You little..."
The old man also smiled. To these young people, such issues seemed still too early anyway.
But why did it always feel like the subtext of his words was gathering the two of them into his clutch?
"Grandpa, you have asked all your questions; can you let go of me now?"
"Eh, now that you're here, let me prick you with this!"
The old man suddenly changed his tune and wobbled about with a flying knife in hand.
"???"
Xu Musen swallowed hard—this was no joke!
"Shoo!"
The old man thrust the flying knife forward, and under the night sky, the cold light was fierce as the tip of the knife landed instantly over Xu Musen's heart.
Xu Musen felt a pain in his chest, and then… there was no "then."
The flying knife fell to the ground, making the sound of wood hitting the floor.
Xu Musen broke into a cold sweat.