The air was gradually filled with the smell of gunpowder.
It seemed that soon, the two girls would start fighting, determined to settle matters life and death.
A girl with twin ponytails hurriedly stood between the two, trying to mediate:
"Don't fight, don't fight!
We're seriously on a task, and... and, this is the first task...
If any error occurs due to infighting, causing the plan to fail, it will surely disappoint Mother.
Sister Duozhi, you really can argue with anyone, can't you say a little less?
Sister Blala, seriously, you know Sister Duozhi's personality, can't you say a little less?
Since you know she's a battle maniac, just let her taste the blood!
She'll be satisfied and won't cause trouble."
The youngest among the sisters, Ailuo Doron, puffed her cheeks, spreading her arms, not at all afraid of her two strong sisters.
Duozhi Doron clicked her tongue and complained again: "From head to toe, you only point at me.
Who are you calling a battle maniac?
