Endure for a moment, and the more you think, the angrier you get; step back, and the more you think, the more you lose.
This was exactly Baiyu's current mindset.
Here he was, peacefully enjoying the scenery and taking a walk, when suddenly someone appeared and shot an arrow right into his chest. Who could endure that?
A paper talisman isn't cheap.
At this moment, looking at the long knife piercing through his chest, Mo Yue's lips moved, wanting to speak but unable to make a sound for a long time.
From the shape of his lips, it was faintly visible that it should have been the three words "Gan Lin Niang."
After all, this was one of the most widely spread greetings online, understood by people in most countries.
Very quickly.
Mo Yue widened his eyes, completely lost his breath, and died with his eyes open.
Baiyu wasn't idle either.
