"There's something wrong with this throwing dagger!"
A voice suddenly sounded.
A boy with messy hair ran to the tree and stared at the iron throwing dagger that had nailed down the snake's head. He shouted in surprise, "Come over and take a look. The force behind this throwing dagger is very special. It's like a bullet hitting an object, the cracks are irregularly spread…"
"Enough."
Xu Nianxiang cut him off sternly in a low voice. "Student, it's dangerous there. Move away quickly."
"I'm fine, I'm fine." The boy waved his hand and shouted, "This venomous snake is already dead. What's important now is the throwing dagger. It… Hey, hey, what are you doing? Don't pull me, let me go!"
The boy struggled but could not do anything to the two guards who dragged him away.
"I'm sorry, please excuse him."
On the other side, Lin Xiurun smiled awkwardly and said, "This child, he's become silly from studying."
