"No," Xue Chang 'an said lightly.
After he finished speaking, he put the dagger back into his boot.
When Yao Daniu heard this, he felt that Xue Chang 'an was just bragging.
What great things could a weak scholar achieve? he thought that he could kill a Tiger with a knife in his hand. It was simply a fool's dream.
One had to know that many years ago, in his eyes, Xue Chang 'an was still a thin and sickly person. At this moment, Yao Daniu even had a vicious thought.
It would be best if they really met a Tiger on their way out this time, and the Tiger would eat this sickly invalid.
Yao Daniu thought to himself angrily, but he still had a kind and amiable look on his face.
About ten people entered the mountain and began to search around.
The snow on the mountain had not melted yet because it had been snowing heavily a few days ago. The sound of their feet stepping on the snow could still be heard in the empty mountain forest.
