Song Nian stared at the berserker in front of him who was carrying a huge sword and wearing bright golden armor. The corners of his mouth turned down slightly and his eyes blinked twice. His eyes looked so innocent.
"Brother, I really didn't mean it... I just saw that the boss was about to die, so I wanted to help you with a wound. Who knows..."
His voice became softer and softer as he spoke, and his head drooped lower and lower, like a primary school student who had done something wrong and was caught by the teacher.
