"Take the knife away, it's too cold!" Xiao Feng said irritably.
Lin Bingqiao sneered, "Just because you say so, you think..."
The words trailed off, unable to continue.
Because she had already noticed, Xiao Feng's tone was off.
The previous moment, he was listless, but the next, he was full of energy. The change was just too abrupt.
Like a dying patient in bed, suddenly sitting up and dancing to the music, would you believe it?
"Ah!"
The sharp pain in her wrist snapped Lin Bingqiao out of her daze, causing her to let out a scream.
The dagger that was once in her hand was now in Xiao Feng's hand.
Xiao Feng casually fiddled with the dagger for a moment before flipping it onto the table.
"Bang!"
The dagger pierced into the table, a full five centimeters deep.
Xiao Feng shook his head, unimpressed: "The craftsmanship is terrible, not hard enough, and not very sharp.
