Typical girls would not be saying something so gory but Yun Jian did not sound like she was joking.
Although he had just run into the willow tree, Shan Zihao gasped hearing what she said.
"Don't make jokes like this. I know you won't…" Even then, Shan Zihao was only treating Yun Jian's words as a joke. Who would not crack a joke or two—even though this rarely came from a girl as guys were more prone to lay it on thick to boast their capabilities.
Shan Zihao had only taken Yun Jian as a more competitive girl. However, just as he turned around speaking, he saw Yun Jian holding a butterfly knife.
Her cold expression coupled with the blade she held stiffened Shan Zihao with fright.
"Yun Jian, this knife's a fake, right? Where did it come from? Haha, it looks just like a real one. Toys are made to look so real nowadays we can't even differentiate them…"
Shan Zihao was still naively thinking that Yun Jian's knife was a toy knife.
