The sharp paper stopped in front of his eyeball without moving, and Xu Huo raised his hand, "Pause."
The Paper Knife immediately lost its power and fell to the ground, and the Girl in the painting reattached her own finger before running up to him, staring at him with watery eyes.
"Hmm, you are very impressive," praised Xu Huo.
The Girl in the painting's eyes curved with happiness, and she took out her phone to type: "Do you still want me to hit you?"
"That's enough for today, let's talk about it tomorrow," Xu Huo said, glancing at the medal on her chest that had remained firmly in place even when she turned to paper, "Does this thing give you any kind of power boost?"
The Girl in the painting shook her head, slightly confused, and then said, "I really like seeing it."
Seeing her naïve expression, Xu Huo knew he couldn't get anything more out of her and patted the dust off himself, "Let's go back."