Hu Mazi listened to the teeth-grinding friction sound beside his ears and felt that the kitchen knife in Bai Haoyu's hand was not rubbing on the whetstone, but on his head.
It seemed as if his head could be split in half if he wasn't careful.
"Gudong."
In the darkness, the sound of him swallowing became extremely obvious.
Bai Haoran was a reckless man, and he knew it well.
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