Ange instinctively started running, a faintly familiar feeling rising in his soul. How did this scene seem to have happened before? And also, why was he running? My fruit trees.
Coming to his senses, Ange smacked the Witch on the head and stopped.
The Witch was startled by his smack, clutching his head and looking at him: "You hit me, why?"
Ange said: "Why run?"
The Witch hastily replied: "If we don't run, they hit."
"They hit you, why?" Ange asked curiously.
The Witch explained: "He stole something, I twisted his neck, they attacked me."
Ange gave the Witch a doubtful glance—this timid-looking guy dared twist someone's neck? Ange had broken his shin himself, and the Witch hadn't even dared complain.
Seeing that Ange really had no intention of running, the Witch looked around, picked up a bone club, and stood beside Ange, letting out a fierce roar to bolster his courage.
