【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(12)

“I wasn’t,” Technoblade snorted. “Get into position.”
Wilbur did.
“That’s not correct.”
Wilbur sighed. “I told you—”
Technoblade walked closer to Wilbur until they were eye-to-eye. Wilbur was a few inches taller than him, he realized, at least until Technoblade knocked him flat on his back with a sudden blow to the stomach. The air left Wilbur’s lungs in a rush. He blinked lazily up at the ceiling for a moment, before the indignation set in.