Xia Yan sneered, "Those living beasts, having done so many filthy deeds, how could they easily admit to it. We need to drag them out into the open before we can thoroughly hammer them to death."
Yuan Lie glanced at him, "Aren't you opposed to it?"
Xia Yan curled his lips, "In front of Little Deer, of course I have to oppose it. Such dangerous tasks naturally shouldn't be taken on by the youngsters. Us old men, already on our last legs, have little use left, isn't our remaining rotten life for protecting them?"
He spoke somberly, "As long as we're alive, let's not let them take the risk."
"You old coot still quite proud," someone said.
"Get lost."
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In the restroom, Lu Bu'er washed his face at the tap, the brightly polished mirror reflecting his expressionless face. The more than three months since breaking out of the cocoon felt like many years had passed, even his gaze seemed to have grown somewhat aged.
