123 Little People

"Ga!" Zhao Sinin, who was swinging his longsword and striking a cool pose, was terrified and almost jumped up.

What's with this woman? I ask you to make a move, and you don't, instead choosing to whimsically rub against Mu Hanyan, well, if you want to be willful, be willful then, but why bother with those animals? I barely killed a few, and you passed out from fright. If you're going to faint, why are you directing the Golden Chains at me? Aren't you just trapping me?

Zhao Sinin did not actually jump because that beam of golden light had already solidly surrounded him.

Oh no! A buzzing sound filled Zhao Sinin's head, and his tears almost fell.

It was then he finally understood that Fourth Miss Zhao hadn't fainted because of the few animals he had killed, but was purely terrified by that pig, because, even in her faint, the corners of her mouth twitched continuously, emitting a fearful whimper, "Pig, pig!"