the sickle-wielding man felt his hand become lighter. all that was left in his hand was a stick, and the sickle was already in leng rongrong's hands.
lord rong was quite happy to get the sickle. she saw the grass at the side and actually took the sickle to cut it slowly.
she cut a handful of grass, and then her eyes lit up. " wow, this sickle is so sharp! i like it!"
the sickle-wielding man: " ... you f * cking took my weapon to cut grass. you actually used it to cut grass. you actually cowered. "
"it's a sickle. aren't sickles used to cut grass?"
master rong frowned and looked at the man with the sickle. " you're so ridiculous. aren't sickles used to cut grass? why are you so agitated? "
"my weapon, that's my weapon!"
the sickle-wielding man slapped his thigh in exasperation.
