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The sharp dinner knife pierced the skin, and the little person in the drawing had their clothes stained red with blood.
Han Fei watched Ameng waving the drawing in their hand, his complexion turning terrible in an instant.
Reaching out to grab Ameng's shoulder, Han Fei lifted the child in one swift motion, his eyes fixed on the other's youthful cheeks.
"Was it you who called Xu Qin away? Now why have you come back alone?"
The most dangerous devils often disguise themselves as angels, in Deep World, one must never easily trust a person, even if they seem to be a child incapable of hurting a fly.
"Drawing, drawing..."
Ameng waved the piece of drawing paper in his hand, the more frightened he became, the more he stuttered, unable to utter a complete word for a long while.