Bab 131: Chapter 082: Is This Damn Thing Called Fourteen Years Old?_2

"Whimper..."

The boy cried and ran into Lin Fan's arms. As he drew close, a fierce look flickered in his eyes. Holding a dagger behind his back, he stabbed repeatedly into Lin Fan's abdomen.

"Die, die, go and die."

The boy shrieked viciously, already imagining the scene that would follow—his adversary's abdomen bleeding profusely, clutching his belly, his face pale, leaning against the security door, disbelievingly looking at himself.

Thinking of these images excited him immensely.

But...

Strange, why wasn't there any thick, warm liquid? It shouldn't be possible.

The boy stepped back, looked at the silvery dagger in his hand, and then at the other's abdomen. Apart from the clothes being pierced, there was no blood at all.

How... how was this possible?

Damn, it really was bizarre.

"Why are you stabbing my clothes? I've been so friendly, and you come at me with a dagger wanting to kill me," Lin Fan said, disapprovingly.