How can a person wander around the world without getting stabbed?
I was holding a crescent knife in my hand, full of momentum, and was ready to talk about buying money for traveling with the handsome scholar opposite who looked helpless.
Isn't it said that a person who is useless is a scholar? Why was it that I was the one who abandoned my armor and fled in embarrassment in the end?
Facing a tiger in sheep's clothing, I had no choice but to compromise: "Sir, please show your respect!"
But he smiled brightly: "The officials and bandits are all members of the same family, so why do you have to speak the same language?"
I wish I could bite off my tongue: one misstep will lead to eternal hatred.