Kong Jian pouted angrily. "No one is allowed to talk about Liger like that."
No one could call Liger a jinx or an omen of death.
'If I weren't trying to avoid trouble, that human would be dead by now!'
The unconscious woman had already been carried away by her own people.
*
After leaving the provincial capital, Wen Ying took Little White and Kong Jian to the train station.
It wasn't a holiday, but the station was crowded with people carrying bags of all sizes.
In contrast, Wen Ying and her two companions were traveling light.
Only Wen Ying carried a small bag.
Their three seats were next to each other. Little White and Kong Jian wanted to play, so Wen Ying sat by the window.
In the seats opposite them sat a middle-aged man with a little boy.
The boy was holding a sesame flatbread, munching away on it with gusto.
"Little Bro, do you want some of that flatbread?" Little White asked Kong Jian after staring at the boy's snack for a moment.
