Sending him to his grave

Chen Feng gave Old Wolf a look. Understanding at once, Old Wolf raised his hand and summoned a breeze, ready to catch someone with Wind Manipulation.

Fortunately, it was only a false alarm.

Thud!

With a dull thump, a heap of colorful fabric spread across the ground. It turned out that only the clothes and bedding drying on the balcony had been thrown down during the fight.

Chen Feng sighed and told Yellow Hair, "Well, that's it for your family's quilt."

Footsteps came thumping down the stairs.

A black-haired young man came down from upstairs. He looked seventy or eighty percent like Yellow Hair, but was clearly much taller and older. An indescribable gloom and worry hung over his face.

Yellow Hair instinctively called out, "Bro!"

Hearing him, the young man looked up and gave Yellow Hair a puzzled glance. He seemed vaguely familiar, but the young man couldn't place him no matter how hard he tried. All he could say was, "Sorry, you've got the wrong person."

Then he walked away, utterly dejected. After a few steps, he stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face.

Judging by his condition, he had taken quite a blow.

Chen Feng couldn't help saying, "Your mom drove your brother to this."

Yellow Hair really had no way to argue. He could only repeat, "My mom drove him to it. My mom drove him to it."

Chen Feng patted Yellow Hair on the shoulder to cheer him up. "Once I wipe out the Holy Cow Cult, you'll be one big, happy family again."

Yellow Hair grunted in agreement, then said sadly, "I always thought I was the main character in a game. Turns out I'm just a quest-giving NPC. Bro Feng, do you see a yellow exclamation mark over my head?"

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