Mountains, Seas and Stars

"Put the knife away." "So you wanted him dead." "I don't want him to die! Why would he die!?" "As soon as I put away the knife, he won't survive." "I don't understand." "Don't understand?" "Yeah, I don't understand." Fu Xing turned sideways. The man in front of him was kneeling on his feet with his head lowered. In front of him, his face could not be seen clearly with his long and messy hair, but there was a tattoo embedded on his shoulder. A shining knife. "You are the one who wants him dead, and you are the one who doesn't want him dead. Now You decide whether he lives or dies, I'm not used to waiting for others." Fu Xing's hand did not leave the handle of the knife, and he turned to look at the woman in front of him. The woman frowned slightly and touched the sword at her waist. She wanted to say something, but she didn't make a sound. "I told you, I'm not used to waiting for people." Fu Xing saw the woman's movements and became a little impatient. There was a slight tremor on the knife in his hand, and he thought it was time. "Do you want to kill him with your own hands, or?" Fu Xing picked up his knife. The kneeling man groaned softly, blood spurted out from his shoulders, and his whole body fell down. "Chi Qing..." The fallen man murmured and then stopped moving. "No!"