Xue Yang raised his eyebrows and said with a raised eyebrow, "It's funny to say that there are five of us, but four of them have died once."
Wei Wuxian glanced at him and felt that this man was sick and was too lazy to talk to him. Xiao Xingchen remained silent, and Song Lan didn't say anything, but looked unkind.
Xue Yang didn't care whether anyone was cooperating or not. He walked carelessly and kept mumbling: "Oh, I forgot - Taoist Song is still alive."
When Xiao Xingchen heard this, his footsteps stopped. He closed his eyes and said the first words he had ever said to Xue Yang: "Xue Yang, shut up."
After hearing this, Xue Yang shut up and stopped what he was about to say. He slowed down and silently moved behind the five people. He hugged the sword, obeyed and stopped making any sound, and his expression became sluggish. He fixed his eyes on Xiao Xingchen and never looked away.