Zhuge Yun's mouth curled into a grin.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have told it as a funny story.
"He's fine."
"He was just a little disheveled."
"Half his body was in the pit."
Zhuge Yun gestured. "It was a guy."
"He'd taken a shortcut instead of sticking to the main road."
"Who knew he'd run into such a 'surprise'..."
"He'd twisted his foot a little."
"You showed up at just the right time."
Lu Xiaohe waved a hand. "He'd better not take it seriously."
Xiao Xiao nodded.
"Wow."
Even Zhuge Yun thought he'd shown up at a terribly awkward time.
Zhao Luzheng shook his head.
Seeing this, Zhuge Yun copied him.
"Is he okay?"
"Of course."
Zhang Bo curled his lip.
Xiao Xiao pointed in a direction.
It was like a paintbrush in his hand had flicked carelessly, scattering ink from its tip.
"Eighth Brother."
I tried to stand on one foot...
"He should be fine, right?"
Zhang Bo and Zhuge Yun followed right behind him.
"Maybe it's not just a slight sprain."
Their voices overlapped.
The sky was dark.
In each other's eyes, they had both appeared out of nowhere.
"There used to be a mound of dirt there."
And so it went on.
"I..."
"In the end, he even said I'd misled him."
He was a big guy, too.
"I was the first one, right?"
"But what was that mound of dirt, anyway?"
Xiao Xiao raised his eyes to the night sky, dotted with sparse stars.
"That's too dangerous..."
"Luckily, the pit wasn't deep. Otherwise..."
Anyway, Zhao Luzheng and Zhuge Yun had only stood about as high as he was tall...
"Who said someone had dug a pit there?"
"But..."
Farther in, everything was