One person, one sword, a pair of Garfield slippers, fluttering residual shadow, red paper whisked away under the sword.
And there's another person leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, bathing in snowflakes, one foot pressed against the window, one foot on the ground, head bowed apathetically, the dagger in the hand flashing coldly...
There's also someone sitting on the steps, surrounded by stacks of red paper, using a dragon blade with a bold design to cut-cut-cut poke-poke-poke..
"What the hell! It's torn again, Fatty Gao, can't you give me some thicker red paper!"
"Report, Miss Gong, I think I should give you a stack of red tiles."
"...."
So, what are you guys doing?
Bending over to pick up a piece of red paper that drifted down, Su Zimu stepped onto the broken bridge in the snowy remnant.
It's a window decoration.
So are you guys making window decorations?
Su Zimu's inner mind went like this--o(╯□╰)o.
Is this the style of martial artists?
