This kid is as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. He's completely devoted to his brother, and right now he's scratching his head, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Hey, isn't this a ready-made "wall-breaker"?
A faint smile played on his lips, a hint of roguishness mixed with calculation, as he strolled leisurely to the knife, the pebbles beneath his feet crunching under his feet.
He patted Xiaodao on the shoulder, not with much force, but it made Xiaodao jump.
"Xiao Dao, your brother... seems to have something on his mind. His brows are so furrowed you could trap a fly in them."
Xiao Dao suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with confusion and worry, her voice trembling with tears: "Brother Lu, my brother... he wasn't like this before! He used to tell me everything, but now... now the way he looks at me is so strange!"
“I know.” Lu Zhaoming’s voice softened, carrying a deep meaning that only he himself understood, like a cool breeze on a summer night, or like a viper’s hiss. “So, tomorrow, you have to do Brother Lu a favor and take good care of your brother. Don’t let him get stuck in a rut, and let Brother Lu see what kind of trouble this white-robed man has been up to.”
He turned his head and looked intently in Liu Gang's direction. The guy seemed to sense something and his eyes darted away.
Lu Zhaoming's smile deepened, but it also grew colder, like a knife chilled to the bone.
"Old Liu," he murmured softly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of the blacksmith and Xiao Dao, and seemingly piercing through the night to reach Liu Gang, "You'd better put on a good show tomorrow, don't let the brothers down."
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