Howling Mountains
"Why are you here so soon?"
"Do you think I can't handle it?"
"It's just some unexpected circumstances. Such enemies can't possibly defeat me."
"I said it's fine, and it's fine."
Tang Ruobing leaned on the Magic Staff, lying on a wheelchair taken from the Storage Space, and looked up at Ye Mingqiu, who had rushed over from afar.
At the moment, she looked quite pathetic. Her left arm was shattered by Mort's sniper, and her legs were blown off by explosions. Her previously pristine Magic Robe was stained with the dirt of battle, but she stubbornly smoothed her long azure hair, making her look somewhat less disheveled.
"Hmm."
Ye Mingqiu responded softly.
He knew very well that Tang Ruobing usually didn't speak much. For her to speak so much now meant she was somewhat anxious.
The reason for her anxiety was simple. Ye Mingqiu arrived too quickly, catching her at her most embarrassed, which, although not unbearable, was nonetheless uncomfortable for her.
