Zhao Yang's bell-like laughter echoed throughout the forest, and one could see he covered his mouth and lowered his head. His body was trembling as he knelt in front of the pool of mud.
His face was all red, and there's a trace of tears at the edge of his eyes.
The people around him were silent. Lai Jiayi, who was drenched from head to toe, could only stare unblinkingly at the guy.
Zhao Yun also did the same. Even Tianjin felt like her system just lagged.
'Did uncle...just laugh? Like really laughing…'
Zhao Yun approached the guy from behind without sound.
'Is it because of the bullet or…'
Tianjin mulled over it as she floated toward Zhao Yang.
[Master, you okay– ]
[Gingerbread, ] Zhao Yang murmured in his mind. His laughter had stopped, but then he suddenly laughed again.
