"Thank you, Brother." Xie Jingxing smiled. "Short dagger will do just fine."
Shen Qiu snorted. "Then don't blame me for not reminding you. The weapon you chose is really too lousy."
Xie Jingxing smiled.
Although he was wearing a mask, the smile on his lips always seemed to be mocking and could easily provoke people. Shen Qiu immediately picked up a spear and pointed it at Xie Jingxing.
Luo Xueyan covered her face.
"Let's not waste time, Brother," Xie Jingxing said politely.
"You sure can talk big. Let me see what you are made of," Shen Qiu rushed over with his spear.
