"She has a master, do you have one?" Zhan Hao helplessly glanced at Xing Nong: "With your patience, stop overthinking. Being good at throwing Flying Knives is better than anything else."
"Right! Right! Right!" Wu Zetian, who had already gotten off the vehicle and come over, quickly joined in: "If it weren't for Liu Xing's expertise in Flying Knives, we would have been caught back here a long time ago. Flying Knives are great, really great."
Zhan Hao looked him up and down: "Did you drag Liu Xing down?" They were just across a small aisle, so speaking wasn't hindered.
"Ah, don't bring it up!" Wu Zetian waved his hand: "It was a disaster in the gutter." He then cozily grabbed Liu Xing's arm: "Buddy, from now on, your affairs are my affairs, we are like real brothers. If I have a bite to eat, I'll never let you starve even half a bite..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Liu Xing quickly interrupted: "From what you're saying, why do I feel like I was originally a beggar?"
