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Hearing Su Ming'an's words, Boris glowed like a child receiving affirmation, his face flushing red.
Ignoring the sword pressed against his neck, he stretched out both hands, eager to grasp Su Ming'an's shoulders.
"--You're finally interested in my story, I..."
"Bang!"
Su Ming'an kicked him, and Boris's body slammed against the deep blue shield, forcing a mouthful of blood out of him.
But Boris seemed not to get angry, his eyes still sparkling:
"It's a beautiful legend from my hometown..."
"Are you sure?" Su Ming'an was somewhat surprised.
"Really, I swear." Boris wiped the blood from his lips: "I especially like the stories from my hometown, so I've written them down."
"Then continue." Su Ming'an said.
Boris's head shot up suddenly.
In his eyes was full disbelief.
"...Will you really listen to them all?" he asked.
"As many as you have, that's how many you should tell." Su Ming'an said.