"Since you won't lend it, then I'll just chop it off and take it with me!"
Yan Nanfei said expressionlessly.
Dressed in black, he carried a black longsword on his back and moved like the wind, his silence a stark contrast to the lively Yan Que'er.
Yan Que'er nodded obediently, seemingly oblivious to the impropriety of asking Xiao Yi for a head; instead, she looked reproachfully at Xiao Yi, "Big brother Xiao Yi, look how you've angered my brother. It's just borrowing a head, yet you think of taking his life in exchange—you're really too stingy!"
"Fuck off with that nonsense, who would give you their head if you asked? You..."
Xu Long said impatiently.
Watching Yan Que'er act innocently harmless while nonchalantly asking for someone else's head, he felt a surge of disgust.
"Are you cursing at me?"
Yan Que'er asked timidly with her big watery eyes fixed on Xu Long.
