"Ah ah... shut up!"
Lin Xinru had already completely lost his sanity. In his lifetime, what he hated the most was people saying he was old. Although he was indeed old, his vanity made him believe he was the little fairy of legend, and he even narcissistically thought he was better looking than many girls in their twenties.
Who knows where he got such courage; perhaps it is a psychological trait of those who like to act young. As someone who was extremely fond of pretending to be young, when he heard Su Xuan comment that everything about him was sagging severely, he instantly lost all rationality.
Three flying knives screamed instantly from his hands. Although Lin Xinru was quite furious, he wasn't so impulsive as to rush up to fight Su Xuan to the death. After all, Dazhu had just lost his head to a single sword strike.
