Chapter 1842

Moss let out a quiet snort and then slowly rose.

He gently covered Melon with the blanket, careful not to wake him.

Melon didnt stir, lost in the embrace of sleep.

A glint of metal caught Moss eye-a dagger, lying within easy reach.

He picked it up, its weight familiar in his hand.

His expression hardened as he looked from the blade to the sleeping Melon.

For a long moment, he stood motionless, lost in thought.

Then, with deliberate slowness, Moss raised the dagger, aiming it at Melon.

In the dead of night, Melon was jolted awake by the potent smell of blood.

his mind, causing him to sit up abruptly in bed, gasping for air. Instinctively, Melon reached out for Moss beside him,

moment, a clicking sound filled the room, and the room was suddenly flooded

annoyed voice, saying, Why are you shouting? Relieved to hear Moss, Melon quickly looked in the direction

a chair, shirtless, removing the bandages from his shoulder and tossing them

a bullet from his

freely, and his forehead was lined with

bit his lip, refusing to make a

unsure if he was awake

from the table

Thank goodness, youre alive.

you might

you standing so close? Step back, Moss

was standing dangerously close

Moss stern rebuke, Melon stumbled backward a couple of steps, still holding the

and just wanted to help wipe it

Melon said this, his expression turned to one of

eyes turned red with

was being so harsh

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