Lan Yi, puffed with anger, really wanted to hit the old man a couple of times, but she couldn't beat him, so she could only walk over sullenly.
"If he comes, just say that your master is gravely ill and that the hidden ailments in his body have erupted, leaving him bedridden for years and losing all combat power, got it?" the old man said.
"Why?"
"Watch your words, your master is rehearsing lines with you now, rather than the time for you to question it."
"..."
"If he shows signs of attacking, your master will surely strike first, and then... you must stand behind him, delivering a thunderous blow, hmph, the strike must be ruthless, kill him." He was kindly at first, but when he talked about those later words, the old man's face had already turned very cold.
Lan Yi wiped a bead of cold sweat nervously and timidly said, "Master, aren't you life-and-death friends?"
Strike immediately?
Thunderous blow?
This is called life-and-death friends?
Friendship has been fed to the dogs!
