Ouyang looked at the longsword hovering before him, feeling somewhat helpless.
Why was this brat so stubborn?
Why did he threaten life and death at the drop of a hat?
This sort of blunt, head-on approach was what Ouyang was worst at handling.
Especially when he looked into those clear eyes that wanted nothing but an answer.
It was as though his conscience would suffer a crushing blow the moment he lied.
Setting down the paper in his hand, Ouyang looked at Leng Qingsong and said softly, "It's for your own good anyway. Why do you have to ask so many questions?"
Blocking Ouyang's path, Leng Qingsong was exceptionally resolute. He shook his head and said, "If it's for my own good, then I need to know all the more. Since you deliberately hid it, Brother, it must require you to pay some price. I'd rather do without that kind of good!"
Something stirred against Leng Qingsong's chest. The little white snake poked her head out, flicking her tongue as she eyed Ouyang with hostility. Leng Qingsong's stance was her stance.
If Ouyang could not give a proper account of things today, she would definitely help Leng Qingsong by taking a bite out of him!
Little Bie San, perched on the donkey, sensed the white snake's malice and bared his teeth at her in a threatening grimace.
If you want to touch the big boss, you'll have to get past me first!
The two pets' drawn-sword tension did not affect Leng Qingsong.
In Leng Qingsong's eyes, nothing in this world mattered more than his brother.
And he would become the sharpest sword in his brother's hand, sweeping away every obstacle for him.
But if his brother hid things even from the sword in his own hand, where was this sword