Su Mo casually held a sword and wrote three words beside the corpse: Do Not Touch!
Then he sheathed the longsword back into Wei Ziyi's scabbard.
Wei Ziyi saw this and curled her lips:
"There's a type of person in Jianghu, the more you tell them not to do something, the more they insist on doing it."
Su Mo nodded: "Such people are quite despicable… Good advice is wasted on the doomed, even if I didn't leave a note, would they really not touch it?"
"That's also true."
Wei Ziyi nodded: "And if they truly are cautious, seeing this note will naturally lead them to follow the virtuous path."
"That's the idea."
Duan Song glanced at Su Mo and shook his head: "Really resembles your father…"
"…"
Su Mo found that the Su Tianyang seen in Duan Song's eyes was definitely not the same person seen by others.
But this was understandable.
After all, people are fickle.
Duan Song and Su Tianyang had grown up together, naturally seeing different sides of Su Tianyang.
