All the kids in Tianmen City have heard the saying — Rakshasa lights the lamp, clear the streets of demons.
That's the kind of job where you wield knives to confront various supernatural enemies and foreign spirits on the streets.
And they even have the surname Yang, the Yang Family's stubbornness, which Wang Yunxiao has experienced as well.
So he doesn't quite understand why this girl is crying.
What can crying solve? And there's no one else here, who are you crying for?
"I'm doing it for his own good..."
Yang Youxuan sniffled and sobbed, "It really had nothing to do with me. He's the one who's clueless, if he really takes me out, then things won't be clear..."
"It's just a hit on his head with a brick, what's the big deal? Liu Pangxie is broad-minded, if you explain to him properly, he won't care."
Wang Yunxiao's attempt at persuasion only made Yang Youxuan cry harder.
"His skull is too hard, I hit him several times... and he just kept staring at me like that..."
Uh...
