The man was trying hard to entice them, his hypocritical expression making him look even less like a good person. He Xuan silently watched him, no longer crying as before. Instead, he tilted his head to glance at the man, then redirected his attention back to the candied hawthorn in his hand, acting as if he were attracted by the delicious food.
The man naturally liked to see this scene and reached to grab He Xuan’s hand, but He Xuan hastily avoided him, concealing the dislike hidden deep within his eyes.
As for He An, he had long since realized that this person had bad intentions. The small ball he had used before quietly appeared in his hand. Just as he was about to throw it, He Xuan stopped him.
Taking advantage of the man’s inattention, He Xuan glanced back at He An. They had only used that thing once before, and Fu Yuling had strictly prohibited them from using it unless it threatened their lives.
Although they were indeed in danger now, the level of danger didn’t yet warrant a life-threatening situation.
But He Xuan felt from the bottom of his heart that the man in front of them was quite stupid to still be standing there trying to entice them. If he were in that position, the first thing he would do is silence them and then take them away.
With that thought, He Xuan felt assured but was concerned about He An behind him.
After all, he was young and could not afford any accidents.
He An naturally understood what He Xuan’s glance meant. He muttered and silently put the thing away.
The man became aware that a lot of time had passed. He finally realized that he seemed to be doing something bad.
“Damn it, hurry up and follow me.”
As soon as he said that, an ambiguous voice came from a corner.
“Where are we going?”
Instantly, everyone turned to look at that corner.
When He Xuan’s eyes landed on the person, doubt flashed in his eyes. Why did this person feel so familiar to him? Have they met somewhere?
In contrast, He An felt an inexplicable sense of warmth toward the newcomer, prompting him to want to get closer.
The person who came was He Jingsi. He had been in that spot all along. It was just that neither the man nor He Xuan noticed him.
The man’s expression changed slightly as he quickly became defensive.
“Who are you?”
“Want to meddle in others people’s business? If you don’t leave, don’t blame me for being rude!”
The man bluffed, trying to disguise his panic.
He Jingsi stood there, exuding a unique presence, with sharp and defined features and piercing eyes that unconsciously instilled a sense of oppression in others.
He slowly approached, each step feeling as though it was pressing down on the man’s heart, making him tremble.
This inexplicable feeling caused him to subconsciously step back, nearly losing his balance.
He Xuan and He An stood frozen in place, each lost in their own thoughts.
He Jingsi’s eyes fell upon them lightly before he moved past to confront the man. He lowered his body and his cold eyes landed on the man.
He raised his lips slightly, his eyes obscured. “Hmm? Where do you intend to take them?”
The man’s pupils shrank suddenly because he noticed He Jingsi taking out a knife at some point, waving it around his fingertips.
His hand moved slowly, and the knife danced beautifully in the air. The cold light glided swiftly through the air, forming a circle.
“Not going to say anything?”
He Jingsi’s smile widened, the knife suddenly steadying. At this moment, the blade was pointed directly at the man’s heart.
The sharp tip of the knife had already ripped through the fabric of his shirt, the cold sensation pressing upon him clearly.
The man’s legs went weak from fear, his eyes were glued to his chest, and his trembling hands were pressing against the ground.
“Don’t, don’t, be careful with the knife…” the man said with tears in his eyes.
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