Old Yuan stared at the tip of the knife hanging above his head without blinking, his eyes almost turning into those of a fighting cock. His face turned green and his lips trembled. He stammered for a long time: "Help, help, help --- no no no, spare my life!"
Longya laughed, shook the dagger in his hand, and beckoned to Lao Yuan with four fingers of his other hand: "Spare my life, it's so easy. Come, tell me first, what do you mean by 'he asked me to find you guys to have a look'? If you satisfy me, I will hold the knife more steadily. If I am not satisfied---"
He drew out the tone nonchalantly, and his hand holding the knife loosened, and the dagger slid down immediately.
"Mom, hey---!" Old Yuan howled and suddenly closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes again after a few seconds and found that Longya had grabbed the hilt of the knife in time, so the shiny tip of the knife was dangling faintly closer to him, and the cold light flashing on the blade gave him goose bumps.
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