[Feature: Skilled in theft.]
The great sword did not fall. It was because in the final four seconds, the shifty-eyed man told a story.
Although it was only one sentence, it counted as a story, so the shifty-eyed man survived.
At least, he wouldn't die by the knight's great sword, nor by another rule.
But the shifty-eyed man's expectation value was plummeting.
Wen Xishu couldn't see the barrage in the shifty-eyed man's eyes, but based on the barrage in his own eyes, he could guess it.
[Is that the story? Just that?]
[Disband, he's definitely dead.]
[If I were the audience over there, I'd be pissed. What the hell kind of story is this.]
[Me, neighbors, done? Where's the emotion? The conflict? The golden finger? Not even a golden chapter! Rubbish!]
[Hope this guy won't disappoint us, look at him analyzing away, don't let it end up with him choking on a fart.]
