Strip Off

Su Bai paused for a moment while putting on some clothes. But then he smiled as if nothing had happened. Seven and Gyatso didn’t say anything either. In a story world, killing someone irrelevant by mistake would be nothing serious. Sure, they couldn’t ask him about anything, but that was all. Besides, anyone would do the same in Su Bai’s shoes: eliminate danger in advance.

Neither Gyatso nor Seven were stubborn; they would not shed crocodile tears over a nobody. In a story world, their future was ambiguous, therefore they had no time to feel sorry for anyone else.

Just when they were all dressed and were about to get out, they heard voices from the village entrance.