Holding the unconscious Leng Qingsong, Ouyang's lips curved into a faint smile.
This brat certainly knew how to talk big!
The next moment, Leng Qingsong woke in Ouyang's arms and looked at him in surprise.
Though he had no idea why he had collapsed into his elder brother's arms, the faint scent of bamboo on his brother really did smell wonderful!
"If you're awake, stand up properly. How long do you plan to lie there?" Ouyang's helpless voice sounded beside Leng Qingsong's ear.
Like someone caught doing something wrong, Leng Qingsong straightened up and smiled at Ouyang a little sheepishly.
In others' eyes, he was a decisive, ruthless Great Sword Cultivator, but to Ouyang, he was his own not-too-bright kid.
The more Ouyang looked at him, the stupider he seemed. Did this brat have any idea of his own limits? He had charged straight into the net of laws without a second thought!
If Li Taibai hadn't intervened, this day next year would probably have been the anniversary of the brat's death!
The more Ouyang thought about it, the angrier he grew. He raised his hand to rap Leng Qingsong on the head, but Leng Qingsong instinctively dodged, leaving Ouyang's knuckles striking empty air. Glaring at this wayward son who had now learned to dodge, Ouyang snapped, "Have you got a death wish, brat? Charging in just like that?"
"It was fine. You would step in, Brother!" Leng Qingsong answered without the slightest concern.
Since his elder brother had asked him to do it, his brother would save him no matter how far out of line he went.
He only needed to swing his sword. His elder brother stood behind him, so life and death were not matters he needed to consider at all!
It was precisely because he had