Seeing the Thunder Spirit flying around recklessly in the Ring Space, deliberately scaring Little Hebao and the little mushroom, Sun Zhe was at a loss for words.
He felt this guy was just a reckless young spirited one, with a temper and a penchant for causing trouble, and suddenly felt worried that getting along with it in the future would be quite annoying.
Time passed quickly.
Once the burning pain on his left arm gradually subsided, Sun Zhe took out some gauze to wrap and cover it, then climbed out of the creek trench and returned to the camp.
Zhu Yan, who had been tormented all night, woke up at some point, looking radiant and full of vitality, squatting in front of the campfire cooking some pickled noodles.
Seeing Sun Zhe swaggering over unabashedly, she rolled her eyes charmingly and said, "Someone should mind their image, can't they?"
Without a second thought, Sun Zhe rushed in, hugged her, and dragged her into the nearby tent.
