"Defense?" Feng Qishi hadn't expected the fake Lin Yan to say that, so he was startled.
Fake Lin Yan: "Did I do something wrong? Or," he glanced down at the flatbread, "am I not making you happy by just buying flatbread?"
"Whether you do well or not, what does that have to do with whether I'm on guard against you?"
"Master, the two really don't have much to do with each other, but you acting like this," the fake Lin Yan's eyes sank, "makes me feel like I've done something wrong."
"You haven't done anything wrong."
"Then Master, why are you so unresponsive to me?"
Hearing the fake Lin Yan's words, Feng Qishi realized his behavior was a bit too obvious, so he pointed to the chair and said, "Sit down first."
"Okay." The fake Lin Yan sat down.
"Disciple, you're really quite sensitive," Feng Qishi said, picking up the flatbread and handing it to the fake Lin Yan.
Fake Lin Yan: "I'm only sensitive to people I care about." As he spoke, he took the flatbread.
Xie Xin, hearing the fake Lin Yan's words, couldn't help but cough twice and say, "So effeminate."
Upon hearing this, the fake Lin Yan immediately turned his gaze to Xie Xin's face, "Say that again if you dare."
Xie Xin took a bite of the flatbread, but her gaze didn't shift to the fake Lin Yan's face, saying, "I don't have the guts." She continued to eat the flatbread.
Then, Feng Qishi lowered his head to look at the flatbread in his hand and thought that Mu Shazi hadn't eaten yet.
As he thought about his three-day agreement with Mu Anxiao, he sighed softly and said, "Disciple, you really are a bit effeminate."
Fake Lin Yan: "..." He withdrew his gaze, which had been fixed on Xie Xin's face, and looked at Feng Qishi, "Master, I..."
"As my disciple, I hope you try not to be so sensitive, because I sometimes say things that are quite unpleasant. If you're always sensitive, I worry it will affect your health."
"Got it, Master." The fake Lin Yan nodded and began to gnaw on the flatbread.
Outside the dilapidated temple.
Dagger stood behind a pillar, listening to Feng Qishi's tone when speaking to the fake Lin Yan inside. He couldn't help but clench his fists, then turned to look at Xiao Zeng not far away, frowned, turned back into Dagger, and fell to the ground.
Instantly.
Xiao Zeng stopped in front of Dagger, frowned, then bent down. Just as he was about to pick up the dagger, black light flared around it.
Seeing this, Xiao Zeng hurriedly withdrew his hand, stood up, and took a step back, shouting, "Whose dagger is this?" xxs1
Hearing this, Feng Qishi's body stiffened. He put down the flatbread in his hand, then thought about what the wolf demon had said before leaving. He stood up, "I'll go take a look." As he spoke, he moved his steps, turned, and walked to the door. He glanced at Xiao Zeng, who was standing in front of Dagger, and asked, "What's going on?"
Xiao Zeng: "Look." He pointed to the dagger on the ground.
Feng Qishi frowned, took a step forward, lowered his head, and stared at the dagger, asking, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Zeng: "It just flashed black light." He then took two steps back.
Feng Qishi looked at Xiao Zeng's fearful expression towards the dagger and sighed, saying, "Have you eaten?"
"No."
"Did you get anything from begging?"
"No. Ten beggars died, and the other beggars hid. An old woman told me I should also avoid it, so I came back." As he spoke, Xiao Zeng intentionally glanced at the dagger on the ground.
Feng Qishi: "Come inside." As he spoke, he bent down and picked up the dagger.
Xiao Zeng was startled to see Feng Qishi pick up the dagger, so he quickly walked up the steps, passed Feng Qishi, and walked into the dilapidated temple.
Feng Qishi held the dagger, narrowed his eyes, turned around, followed Xiao Zeng to the table, then placed the dagger on the table and pushed it to the fake Lin Yan, "Here."
The fake Lin Yan finished his last bite of flatbread, picked up the dagger, and handed it back to Xie Xin, "Here."
However, Xie Xin had also developed a phobia of this dagger. So, the moment the fake Lin Yan handed it to her, she stiffened and hurriedly moved aside, saying, "I don't want it."
Immediately, the fake Lin Yan snorted and turned to look at Xiao Zeng opposite him. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Qishi snatched the dagger from the fake Lin Yan's hand and said, "I'll take it."
Dagger: "..." She stiffened in Feng Qishi's palm.
Feng Qishi didn't notice the dagger's reaction and said, "Why doesn't this dagger have a sheath?"
"Oh, the sheath..." The fake Lin Yan then realized that the dagger didn't have a sheath, so he thought for a moment and said, "The sheath is lost."
"You too, why is the sheath lost? Such a good dagger, without a sheath, how unsightly."
"Then Master, you keep it for me." The fake Lin Yan smiled.
Feng Qishi: "No. I accepted you as a disciple, and you haven't given me any benefits yet. This," he deliberately slammed the dagger on the table a couple of times, "will be your tuition for joining."
"Mas..."
"Alright, let's continue eating flatbread." Feng Qishi put down the dagger and picked up two pieces of flatbread, handing them to Xiao Zeng, "You're growing, eat more."
"Thank you." Xiao Zeng smiled, took the flatbread, and wolfed it down.
On the other side, the fake Lin Yan's gaze was still fixed on the dagger. At this moment, he began to wonder why Mu Anxiao had let her go.
Dagger: "..." She had been stunned by Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi glanced at the fake Lin Yan's pensive expression, then at Xie Xin, who was lowering her head opposite him, and said, "Xie Xin, you've eaten enough."
Hearing this, Xie Xin came back to her senses, looked at Feng Qishi, and nodded, "Yes, I've eaten enough."
"That's good that you've eaten enough," Feng Qishi said, casually picking up the dagger from the table and looking at the fake Lin Yan, "Let's go."
"Huh? Where are we going, Master?" The fake Lin Yan was somewhat at a loss.
"Where else can we go? To see those beggars who died tragically. After all, they are your brothers. It's only right to send them off on their final journey." As he spoke, Feng Qishi stood up.
The fake Lin Yan dodged his gaze and choked out, "Master, I don't want to go."
Feng Qishi remained clear-headed, lowered his head, and stared at the fake Lin Yan's tear-filled eyes, saying, "They are all your brothers. If you don't go, it might not be appropriate."
"Even if I go, they won't know."
"This is propriety."
"Master, I don't think it's necessary." The fake Lin Yan shook his head.
"Alright, give me a reason."
"I..." The fake Lin Yan's eyes sank as he saw Feng Qishi forcing him to speak, and he perfunctorily said, "I don't dare to go."
"Why?"
"Because I'm afraid I'll be next. I'm also one of the beggars."
Feng Qishi: "..." He quietly looked at the fake Lin Yan.
Xie Xin, hearing the fake Lin Yan's words and recalling her own brush with death from the dagger today, her eyes darkened. She clenched her fists, unsure of what to say.
The fake Lin Yan felt uncomfortable under Feng Qishi's gaze, so he lowered his head and repeated, "Master, I'm really scared."
"Am I your Master?" Feng Qishi retorted.