The young boy named Du Lai, with a beaming smile, extended his right hand towards Yan Qingwen.
Yan Qingwen took a dispassionate glance at him without putting out her hand.
"Excellent vigilance." Du Lai raised his palm, revealing a blade held between two fingers.
Lun Ang was instantly infuriated: "You! …"
"Tall guy, don't rush, look at these two ladies here, they're much calmer than you" Du Lai mischievously flipped his hand, and the blade which was supposed to be between his fingers disappeared into thin air.
Zhu Shu widened her eyes in surprise.
Lun Ang was also taken aback: "What the hell? ! Prop?"
"It's magic," Bai Youwei said coldly, "and it's the most inferior street magic that emphasizes speed but lacks artistic appeal and skill."
Du Lai's smile froze slightly, his eyes fell on Bai Youwei, his languid tone carrying a threat: "Little girl, such sharp words, ain't cute~"
