Old play

"you……"

"Get out! It makes me sick to think of your blood splashing here, too."

Cheng Dashi narrowly escaped death, perhaps because he thought of the little brother who fell under my gun, he didn't dare to ridicule me any more, and retreated meekly.

In fact, there is a saying that makes a big deal right. When he killed Muzhi, I held back and didn't shoot. What's the point of shooting now?

Those who did not keep it did not keep it after all, and those who could keep it must continue to keep it.