"Hey."
Yeh Hannian laughed in a strange tone, "Fifth Uncle, you're still kicking around? I thought you died on the way here."
"You ungrateful brat! Even daring to strike against me, you're simply—"
The man angrily tried to get up from the ground, but as soon as he lifted his knee, he was kicked again, kneeling so hard that his bones nearly shattered.
Yeh Hannian couldn't hide his schadenfreude, "Since Fifth Uncle is tired of living, why don't I help you out? Just go ahead and die."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Cover his mouth. So noisy, so noisy."
Yeh Hannian pretended to rub his temple.
Yeh Xing rummaged through his own belongings, couldn't find anything suitable, looked around, and tore a piece of the shirt from inside Yeh Xiao's coat, folded it, wrapped it around from mouth to back of the head several times.
Much better than just covering his mouth.
No matter how much "Fifth Uncle" cursed, all you could hear were indistinct "mmm mmm" sounds.
Yeh Hannian was quite satisfied.
