Under the bright sunlight.
The cicadas on the tree kept chirping.
Xu Changfeng and Xu Liushuang stood under a tree.
Both of them were drinking a bottle of mineral water.
When he finished drinking, Xu Changfeng looked around but did not see the trash can.
He thought for a moment, and then countless tiny sword qi burst out of his hands, cutting the bottle into pieces that could not be seen by the naked eye. He let the wind blow them away on the spot.
Seeing this scene, Xu Liushuang was speechless.
"Can't you just throw it at the foot of the mountain? The trash can was at most a few hundred meters away."
"I'm not used to holding trash in my hands."
Xu Changfeng looked at his clean right hand with a satisfied expression.
"Then do you have to cut up any trash you come across on the spot?"
"It depends on the situation."
Xu Changfeng thought for a moment and replied,
