Wan Yiqian's expression changed. He threw the sword on the ground and said angrily, " brother Feiyang, you actually saw it. Is drawing lots fair?!
Yunxiao rolled his eyes and said helplessly, " "Brother, don't be impatient. Look at the sword pit. I just saw it."
Wan Yiqian followed his finger and saw that there was indeed a dead rat in the pit where he had taken his sword. It had been cut in half. He was instantly speechless.
Mu Zhuang stroked his beard and chuckled,"Lord one thousand, don't worry. With our strength, we won't encounter any real danger." We'll be on guard at the back and cover for you."
Wan Yiqian's eyes struggled a few times before he sighed. "If we encounter any danger, please help us. I will reward you handsomely with a thousand Yuan!"
Everyone had an "don't worry" look on their faces, and many of them even patted their chests.
