嫩草的味道

Ye Qiu grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised the reinforced gold sword long behind his head, and looked like he was about to pounce. Hearing the sound, he said to the third among the green-robed venerables, I laughed at you for being so well-behaved. What did the boss ask you to do? Just do whatever you want. Not even an opinion of his own. Isn't it very ridiculous?...