Chapter Sixty-Three: Comprehending Blood Qi
Being cautious and steady is Small Knife's nature.
But now, the pace has to be quickened.
Calling the police? Don't make me laugh, Small Knife has too many secrets of his own.
At this moment, he tried his best to calm himself.
The night was exceptionally quiet, yet Small Knife couldn't settle down, his mind always filled with random thoughts.
He stood up and paced around the room.
"Master Brother! Is there something wrong?" It was Xiu'Er, awakened from her sleep.
Seeing those clear, innocent eyes filled with pure curiosity, Small Knife's mood lifted immediately, like a gentle stream flowing through his heart.
Whether the game is reality or illusion, Small Knife doesn't care.
His parents passed away early, and he really enjoys this feeling of being cared for.
Most importantly, it's by a cute girl.
His mood improved instantly.
