When I Was a Kid I Even Held You in My Arms

Realizing this, Yu Xing felt that Yan Li looked slightly more pleasing to the eye.

He had to find a way to extract Yan Li's exclusive information, and ideally get information on more people through Yan Li's network—if they ran into a scripted kill, Yan Li could also count as a pretty good cooperation partner.

He had already walked up beside the two of them. Hua Subai's attention clearly wasn't here, and only after seeing him out of the corner of his eye did he say, "57... Ah, A Xing, if you killed someone fifty-seven times and the other person still didn't die, would you find it tiring and give up?"

Yu Xing: "?"

Yan Li: "..." Talk about a self-detonating foot soldier.

"It sounds like you have some weird thoughts I'd rather not know about." Yu Xing shrugged. "If it were me, three times, I suppose. If I can't kill that person by the third time, I'd probably give up."

"Why?" Yan Li couldn't help chiming in. Although this topic had been weird from the start, he really had been stirred to a trace of curiosity by this counting flower shop owner.

If it were him, even if he had to go make a fifty-eighth attempt he wouldn't give up, because anyone who could make him hold such a persistent intent to kill must be someone he deemed as having to die.

Yu Xing's ability was clearly not inferior, yet he was only willing to make three moves?

"Ah... Because I live tired enough as it is, why would I bother issuing death orders to myself." Yu Xing shrugged. "If they don't die after three times, either my ability isn't enough, or the other person's time isn't up yet. What's wrong with letting that person live a bit longer?"