"What's going on? What? Are you scared to death, kid?" Feng Zhixiao looked sternly at Xiao Er. Xiao Er immediately froze, jumped up, and pressed a piece of glass against his neck, gritting his teeth, "Brother Zhi Xiao, just say the word, and I'll plunge it down immediately. I want to prove that Xiao Er is definitely not a coward. However, I think, Xiao Er absolutely cannot die in such a wretched place. Even if I have to die, I must die charging forward. A person's death might be as heavy as Mount Tai, or as light as a feather. I'm not afraid of dying, but I won't allow myself to die like a feather."
