This child always liked to keep many things to herself, only showing her strong side, but this time Gongsun Ce believed she truly didn't care about that trivial matter anymore. The fight between the Wing of Death and Qiluo happened at the end of February, and now it was August. In the past half a year, everyone had experienced too many grand and turbulent events, to the point that the initial struggle could be laughed off. Even Dust Explosion had become Little Yun, so what meaning was there to still see John as a carcass?
"Qiluo's magnanimity is just like her chest, vast and expansive."
"Don't make such risqué jokes~" Qiluo licked her popsicle, a thought occurred to her, and she said, "Gongsun Ce?"
"What's up?"
"This flavor and brand are the same as that night."
