"What... did you... blow out... this time?" Lao Mo moved like stop-motion animation with missing frames, inching over to Mu Daxian and lifting his arms to examine them.
After asking, he did not wait for Mu Daxian to answer. He simply pulled a cleaver out of nowhere and began scraping Mu Daxian's arm as though performing gua sha.
His movements might have been a little "laggy," but his scraping was anything but sloppy. His expression was focused, utterly unlike his usual numb self.
Mu Daxian recounted everything he had encountered that night, bit by bit, like a general returning from war who entrusted his gravely wounded body, utterly unguarded, to a doctor holding a blade.
Only after seeing this did Mao Feiyang let down some of his guard toward Lao Mo.
When he heard that Mu Daxian had been pursued by Grinning Angels, Lao Mo knitted his brows. "You should have led them here."
"I didn't have a chance..." Mu Daxian shook his head helplessly. "Besides, even if I had led them here, then what?"
"Then... I would... strike..." As Lao Mo spoke, a keen light flashed between his narrowed eyelids, like heavenly lightning tearing through the night, giving Lin Yi the impression of Xiao Li's Flying Dagger being unleashed.
"Oh, give it a rest. You can't even get your words out straight, and you want to wield a blade? Just stick to logistics... Leave the front lines to people like us who aren't afraid to die." Mu Daxian mocked him without restraint.
Lao Mo's grip on the cleaver tightened, frightening Mu Daxian into sitting bolt upright. "Okay, okay, okay. You're up next time. You're up next time."
He wiped away his sweat, thinking that Maozi's smart mouth had rubbed off on him. His arm was still in Lao Mo's