In the blur, a green oil paper umbrella with 20% fold ribs and 12 single sides covered most of the rain.
Qi Shaoshang opened his eyes and saw a picture of a green shirt falling to the ground. The man holding the umbrella was half bent, and a few strands of untied slightly curly hair were hanging down and swaying in the wind and rain. He put one hand on his knees and stared at Qi Shaoshang with interest. He said, "Qi Shaoshang, why aren't you dead?"
His eyes were shining brightly, and his voice was low and reverberating, bringing out a clear and penetrating power.
Qi Shaoshang held his breath in his chest and said halfway, "Gu Xichao, you're not crazy. What are you doing here?"
Gu Xichao smiled happily. He lifted up his robe and squatted down slowly. His posture was elegant and leisurely, as if he were looking at flowers in the courtyard. He stretched out a finger and poked Qi Shaoshang's muddy face. He raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "Of course I'm here to kill you.