"Impossible!"
The ax’s edge was rapidly falling down!
"I! NO!"
The edge kept dropping down till it reached Wangcai fur covering its neck and starting lightly bleeding.
"Okay, I agree." Wangcai had no other choice but to surrender.
Five minutes later, the Wrangler was gone, and Wangcai’s body seemed like a dead fish on the ground; despair had taken over it, and it only wished for death.
Chu Han just ignored the rabbit’s mental breakdown and looked at the high mountain while holding the Xiuluo ax. Then, he used the handle’s end to pat Wangcai.
Wangcai opened its gloomy eyes and looked at Chu Han with faint tears. "I’ve already exchanged the space for free, but you still hit me with the ax! It’s so painful!"
Saying the last words, it almost cried.
Chu Han pointed at the Xiuluo ax in his hand, "Store it there since it’s inconvenient to carry it around."
