"Can you still walk?" Hiding under a rooftop, Xiao Lin asked Yelu Shou, who was bleeding profusely. If it wasn't for him pushing Xiao Lin aside earlier, the injured person would have been him.
"OK, no problem!"
"Good!" After confirming the wound on Yelu Shou's shoulder once more, Xiao Lin turned around and left.
"Where are you going?" Yelu Shou grabbed Xiao Lin.
"To blow off some steam!"
"Come back without leaving any behind." Yelu Shou released his grip, knowing that this guy was holding back a lot tonight.
After Xiao Lin rushed up to the rooftop, his sharp gaze instantly locked onto the sniper still lying there, motionlessly concentrated on aiming at the figures below. Yelu Shou had successfully bought him some time.
A layer of viciousness enveloped his pitch-black eyes, and he drew two daggers in his hand. With a gentle tip of his toe, he silently appeared beside the sniper.
