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"": "In truth, He Dongsheng had been the only one speaking in the first place. When he fell silent, there was no sound.
Wu Dong's eyes were filled with terror, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his face.
Miao Tu stood there motionless, seemingly without any emotion.
"You scheming bastard! Somewhere else, you think you could catch us brothers? Our gu worms would bore you full of holes!"
"Don't celebrate too soon, either. The Miao King will find us, and you'll suffer Myriad Gu Devouring the Body!"
Miao Yun continued to stare fixedly at He Dongsheng.
He Dongsheng took out a handkerchief and pressed it hard against the lower side of his face, distorting his features. He wiped swiftly, keeping the saliva's contact with his skin to a minimum, then flung the handkerchief hard onto the ground.
Then He Dongsheng picked up the teapot from the table and poured water over his face.
He washed his face clean without even wetting his clothes.
Miao Yun laughed, loud and thoroughly pleased.
He Dongsheng merely watched him, as though looking at a dead man.
"Come on, kill me!" Miao Yun's eyes suddenly widened.
"Think twice!" Wu Dong hastily interjected. "He's only a small fry. Besides, if you kill him... I'm afraid it'll draw more of Luo Bin's attention..."
Though Wu Dong had not dealt with He Dongsheng much, he had already learned that the man had an exceptionally vicious temperament.
Miao Yun truly had no fear of death, provoking him like this.
That was precisely the problem. If Miao Yun died, Luo Bin would certainly react.
Miao Yun's eyelid suddenly twitched. He flicked a sidelong glance at Wu Dong, hawked, and prepared to spit again!
Wu Dong immediately dodged, avoiding it.
His breathing grew