"Damn it! Men are indeed unreliable!"
For some reason, she felt that the scene before her was somewhat familiar, as if she had said it once a long time ago, and the person she reprimanded was also Bola.
No longer dwelling on those distant memories, she picked up the Folding Blade, and Blue Jade stabbed it into the protruding crack. A large gush of blood flowed out along the crack, and the Demon behind the cabin door let out a miserable scream.
Only a battered and tattered cabin door stood between them and death. Blue Jade didn't count on anyone coming to save her; her life had to be in her own hands.
"So! Bola, wake up!"
...
"Wake up! Bola!"
Someone was shouting at him, but Bola didn't want to respond. He was utterly exhausted, pain coursed through his body, and a coldness seeped into his very bones. Bola had no strength left to struggle anymore; if he could, he wished to quietly die this way.
But in these circumstances, death seemed almost like a mercy.
