C678 This Is What a Throwing Knife Is

Xiao Xiaoyao had already hidden himself by a table on the second floor and was once again making tea.

Calm and composed, he once again had the demeanor of a young master. He was neither in a hurry nor slow when pouring water into the pot. It was as if the following battle had nothing to do with him.

In his heart, the seven shadows were indestructible. Generally, when they didn't attack