Undeterred by Di Tou's words, An Niu bit into the handle and lightly chewed twice before pulling away and spitting out a mouthful of vines. Looking at the hole that had appeared on his broom and the slightly shiny copper peeking out underneath, Di Tou couldn't help but feel a little traumatized. What the f*ck sort of weirdo had he found this time?
The fact that he took the broom as a sword in stride was fine, after all he was An Yang's uncle, but why the f*ck had he licked and then bit it, ah? It was a bloody broom! Even if he didn't find it gross, Di Tou did!
