Beneath the mask, Yi Lin's lips curled slightly.
He reminisced about the time when he, under the premise of not being able to defeat Siao Yang, simulated killing Siao Yang with 41,600 slashes to kill Siao Yang crisply and neatly.
To be honest, it's a bit nostalgic.
This nostalgic emotion made Yi Lin move his index finger involuntarily... longing to knife him.
Uluru presented Siao Yang with a glass of wine, deducting payment.
With an "Outsider" present, Uluru put away the casual posture she had in front of Yi Lin and stood meticulously by the side.
Facing Siao Yang's arrogant words, Yi Lin pretended not to hear and continued sitting in the corner, staring at that glass of "Rest".
Drinking it was impossible, but this colorful "Rest", this fine wine, was extremely visual; and as its name suggests, whoever drinks it rests in peace.
Now, Yi Lin feels no hatred towards Siao Yang.
The dead are revered.
The Siao Yang he knew had long died — by his own hand.
