Perhaps the north wind of winter was too biting. At the words of those servants and Bad People, all of them shuddered.
The latter forcibly squeezed out a smile.
"Sir, this is the street, after all. Beating, scolding, locking them up—all that is fine. But if someone dies..."
"Don't spoil the fun!"
At some unknown moment, Shen He's eyes had transformed into Tiger Eyes Golden Pupils. Everyone could clearly see the bloodthirsty excitement blazing within them.
Wei He suddenly felt darkness fall before his eyes. He could not see his sister, nor could he see anything around him; he could only hear his own heart pounding like a war drum.
Thump, thump, thump.
His hands picked up the saber from the ground. An icy chill like steel seeped from his chest, just like the despair of falling into an ice cellar that gripped him now.
Thump, thump, thump.
"Stab it in! Cut open his belly! Then your sister can live!"
"Stab him! Stab him!"
The voices layered over one another. Wei He could not tell whether this was the voice in his own heart or Shen He's fanatical ravings.
A tear suddenly slid from the corner of his eye, reflecting his sister's hands reaching desperately toward him.
Thump, thump, thump.
He suddenly let out an enraged roar. Like a savage beast driven into a dead end, he raised both hands high.
"Wait."
A broad palm, solid as a boulder, seized the hands holding the saber as though pinching fallen leaves.
Li Cunxiao snatched the saber from Wei He's hands and casually tossed it away, sending it straight into the gap between the Bad Person's legs.
The man's face went deathly pale. He nearly collapsed on the spot, as though he had stepped onto the execution platform.
"Little He!"
Weeping, Wei