"You eat too, or I'll hit the horse when it comes over."
The candied haws without a hawthorn was handed back to Zhao Jingzhi, and Wei Lanqing pointed to the horse running not far away with a smile.
"You have no chance of hitting it." Zhao Jingzhi said calmly as he looked at the horses approaching from far away.
"Zhao Jingzhi, believe me, I think it's easier to die than for you to revive me." Wei Lanqing still had the usual smile in his eyes.
"I don't like to eat." Zhao Jingzhi repeated with a frown.
"You don't want me to die, right?"
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