In the midst of a chaotic flurry of strikes, under the cover of dust and mud, Chen Muxue and Cen Lizhui held the unconscious Xiao Feng before them, hiding behind him.
"See? I told you, with him swinging wildly like this, he definitely won't hit Xiao Feng. Hiding behind him is absolutely safe… pfft! Blah blah…" Chen Muxue said, spitting out the sand that flew into her mouth with a face full of disdain.
Cen Lizhui was dumbfounded, realizing for the first time that such a miraculous thing could happen in the world.
"How are you so sure?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."
A matter of destiny's child, best not to interfere.
Jiang Xinghai's eyes were bloodshot, yet he looked ecstatic, ready to exact his vendetta; just then, a talisman paper exploded above his head.
