"What little piece of trash dares to block the lady's way!"
The guard with the knife stepped on the slender finger bones and twisted them until the bones made a clicking sound.
Blood crawled onto the patched cuffs. Ye Xuan blew on the wound, and there was no feeling in that hand.
He was just passing by to pick up a steamed bun.
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Ye Xuan? You are a fan of ancient sayings
The short story is over, a quick and easy dessert after the meal~
Mission: Caring for the common people