when leng rongrong returned home, she had forgotten what gao ya had said about mo linyuan having someone in his heart.
since they had already eaten, they were bored and decided to play with storm.
she practiced her knife-throwing technique.
then, storm and rainstorm were almost scared to death.
in the large yard, a dog and a horse were prancing around wildly. the thin blade in leng rongrong's hand was flying everywhere, shaving off a few hairs from the storm.
the horse and wolf had the urge to run away from home.
it was too terrifying.
it was too scary. although leng rongrong's flying daggers were indeed very powerful, they also felt that it was terrifying to use their fur as targets.
if they missed, they would be injured.
can't afford to offend, really can't afford to offend.
leng rongrong only stopped to rest when she was tired.
