"Huangkou kid, take your life!"
Wang Mu shouted loudly and rushed to Han Jiyan with all his strength. He held his sword and danced wildly. Occasionally he looked back, stuck out his tongue and made a face. His posture and momentum could only be described in one word - he couldn't bear to look...
Han Jiyan remained indifferent, watching her circle around him as if he had been possessed by a poison, until she fainted and slowed down her pace. Han Jiyan's eyes suddenly lit up, and before Wang Mu could react, the hairband was already in Han Jiyan's hand.
Looking at Wang Mu, who was as shaggy as a golden lion king, Han Jiyan showed an imperceptible smile on his lips.
Wang Mu dropped his sword, held his hair with both hands, sat on the ground and wailed: "If there is wood, why should there be rocks?"
Han Jiyan knelt down on one knee and rubbed Wang Mu's hair with his hands as if to do something evil. Wang Mu looked at him and howled even harder.
"Wow, your Han Jiyan is so romantic, he'll kill you by touching his head!" It's not the fault of Tan Jing for being intrusive, it's just that Wang Mu's description was so graphic.
"To kill by touching my head? Are you thinking too much? He is a straight man and doesn't understand this. He likes to rub my hair because -"
"I just think if I mess up your hair, you'll shut up if you just comb it." Han Jiyan's evil smile reappeared in Wang Mu's mind.