He took out a dagger and wiped it clean with a handkerchief before feeding the scabbard to Qin Yanran. "Bite it."
Qin Yanran bit the scabbard.
Xu Qing looked at her thin gauze shirt and reached out to cut it open layer by layer with scissors.
When her snow-white shoulders were completely exposed to him, he turned his face away.
Qin Yanran grabbed his wrist tightly.
Xu Qing's eyes flickered. He grabbed the arrow, closed his eyes, and pulled it out!
Qin Yanran fainted from the pain and fell into his arms. Blood stained his clothes and burned his chest.
"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Xiaohu beat the gong all the way in the carriage.
He had taken the official's gong again.
Dahu and Erhu swayed with the rhythm. Wei Xiyue was in charge of clapping for the three little packrats.
After cultivating Dao techniques for so many years, this was the first time Sikong Yun felt that he was so close to ascending.
