Half an hour later, Bei Shan was subdued by Hong Yan and stuffed into a net bag, tied up tightly.
"Red, no, little Witch, didn't we just agree to talk things out? Doing this hurts my feelings; how can you flip your attitude so quickly, faster than flipping a book? Little Witch, I like you, can you please not treat me this way..."
Bei Shan was still pleading, but Hong Yan had already turned around and walked away.
"Are you going to leave me in these mountains again? What if..."
"What if a Poisonous Snake is it?" called Hong Yan, "Then let it bite you to death."
After saying this, the corners of Hong Yan's mouth curled up into a special kind of smile.
...
Xia Dabao didn't need to have his blood drawn these past few days, yet his complexion was still as pale as a sheet of paper.
