Who said he was a knife player?

If you have the guts, put down the crossbow and let's challenge him!

"Forget it, that's it."

Putting the crossbow on the table, Wang Wenqing sighed helplessly.

This crossbow was something he used to defend against stick girls.

"You can't change your bad mouth."

"Hey hey hey..."

"As for Gawain, we will know after tonight."

"Tonight? Huh? Damn it!"

"Wait a minute, why are you going? I haven't finished speaking yet..."

"It's urgent!"

"ha?"

"I forgot to tell my little brother to be on guard against monsters attracted by the smell of blood tonight!"

Wang Wenqing: "???"

That's it?

This is really just a joke!

...

At night.

The silver moonlight fell on the earth, casting a silver gauze over the dark metropolis.

Gawain was full of energy because he got some sleep in the afternoon.

At this time, he was lying on the roof.

Looking at the full moon above my head in trance.

Li Qing came again in the afternoon.

Let Gawain be careful tonight.

It is said that there may be a little more monsters visiting the cabin area tonight.

How many monsters will there be?

Gawain doesn't know.

He just saw Qiaoqiao, who was supposed to go hunting at night, but uncharacteristically chose to huddle in his wooden house.

Before that, the girl whose name was often forgotten had her house demolished and packed up to live in Qiaoqiao's wooden house.

Then, there was a sound of the workbench starting up in Qiaoqiao's wooden house.

It should be making wall panels.

Even Qiao Qiao, who has always been a proud person, has acquiesced in using small transparent materials to strengthen her house.

The situation looks bad.

So what’s in store tonight?

Gawain thought.

The bone glove knocked on the chimney, making a clicking sound.

Until a wolf howl came from the dense forest in the distance.

Only then did he change his gaze.
Chapter completed!