Ming Guang Meets His New Idol

Ding Fei yelped as the piece of fabric fell to the floor without any warning.

"Say that again, I dare you," Yue Niang scowled. "My husband and I don't keep blunt knives in the house! This knife is my darling, it just hasn't warmed up yet; it'll work once it tastes some blood."

If Tai Xuan and Xue Ning were her blood children, then this knife, Nangong Jin, was her steel child, her babysitter, her precious best friend. How dare this miscreant trespasser insult its capabilities! 

There was another pause, and Ding Fei swallowed unsteadily. 

"That's ridiculous… hahahah…" Ding Fei laughed weakly to bolster his own courage. "That knife is not alive…" 

"Keep talking and you won't be alive either," Yue Niang said sweetly. Ding Fei let out a horrified croak, but blessedly kept silent.