"I feel like you're asking for it!"
The Artifact Spirit's face was long and drawn.
It had just praised Han Yu, saying life should be full of excitement. But it was just a boast, and now he looked all eager, which was terrifying.
Moreover, this time Han Yu seemed bent on poking the tiger, courting death.
It thought it necessary to persuade him again, "Why not just let it go? It's not easy to escape. If you get yourself killed instead, you'll have nowhere to cry."
Han Yu toyed with the pill in his hand and suddenly wondered, "Didn't you always say you're just a tiny bit away from shaping? Could it be that you're exactly one pill short?"
The Artifact Spirit was taken aback, having been on the run, it had really put off the matter of shaping itself. Reminded by Han Yu, it quickly checked, and its face fell.
Damn it, still just a tiny bit short.
Always just a tiny bit short.
Then it looked at Han Yu fiddling with the pill, its small face longing, "How about a little risk?"
