Yue Nu dared not speak.
She had been in the worldly society for years and knew well when to speak and when not to.
Now was not the time to speak.
She sensed a murderous intent.
Murderous intent is a very mysterious thing.
Ordinary people can't even feel its presence.
But Yue Nu was clear that this murderous intent did exist in the world.
And this murderous intent came from the person fishing.
"Brother, how can there be fish in the sand?" Xu Qing suddenly spoke to the fisherman.
Xu Qing knew there were certain types of fish that could survive in sandy soils, but those soils were very moist, definitely not like the dry quicksand in front of them.
Of course, he also knew that the other party wasn't there to fish.
Fisherman: "Who says using a fishing hook must be to catch fish?"
"Then, brother, are you trying to catch me?" Xu Qing smiled.
