"Shut up!"
Huangmao didn't dare to speak again.
"Who are you people?"
Huangmao shrank his neck and pretended to be a quail.
Qu Tong raised an eyebrow and pulled out the military dagger that Wen You had given her from the Space Button, spinning it in her hand.
The dagger slipped from her grasp.
And landed right on Huangmao's thigh.
"Ow!"
In terror, Huangmao kicked his other leg backward while still managing to nag, "What are you doing? If you can't spin a knife, don't play with it, you're clumsy yet playful."
No sooner had he finished speaking than another scream ensued.
Qu Tong yanked the knife out very roughly, and the blood squirted out.
The two loud cries woke up the others behind them.
However, the young fellow was quiet, watching Qu Tong warily, shrinking back a little.
Qu Tong didn't bother with him, wiping the blood off the dagger onto Huangmao's clothes with an unhurried tone.
"I'm asking you, weren't you quite chatty a moment ago?"
