"You're dead," he said.
Lu Xian's expression remained unchanged, even his eyes showed no reaction, as if what Duan Xi said was as simple as talking about today's meal.
"Why?" Duan Xi asked.
Lu Xian put down Xiaomeng, lowered his head and patted his little head: "Be good, go out first, I need to talk to this uncle for a while."
Xiaomeng frowned, looking at him with some worry.
But Lu Xian didn't look at him again, he could only glare warningly at Duan Xi, then reluctantly turned to leave the bathroom, glancing back every few steps.
Lu Xian turned on the faucet and washed his hands. Duan Xi's gaze followed, seeing that his palms were faintly blackened. He bowed his head, scrubbing carefully, again and again, as if trying to wash away these black spots bit by bit.
But it was useless after a long wash. Finally, he shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "I just need a month's time to help Xiaomeng settle in this world. Other than that, I absolutely won't harm anyone."
