Shaking her head signified not wanting Mu Fan to be tense.
Yet nodding, unable to resist those calm eyes.
At this moment, Lu Qingxue finally let go of the Snow Building Sword, her body's strength starting to ebb, her pale complexion, her graceful figure.
The gentle demeanor of a daughter appeared on her face for the first time.
With him around, she could finally be completely at ease.
"Mm."
Mu Fan responded softly.
"Speak! I'm asking you! —"
The punch was sent forward again.
The soil beneath sank another two centimeters, yet not retreating an inch.
All the warmth in Mu Fan's eyes dissipated, turning into utter cold.
"I…"
He slowly turned his head back, looking at the giant standing nearly half a body taller than himself.
"...Did I tell you to speak?"
Orsde's eyes suddenly widened.
"What are you saying!? You pig!"
He almost thought he had misheard for a moment.
What is this pig even saying!
However, the rage in his eyes hadn't yet erupted.
