The little one, wearing a clean little dress, had no expression on her small face. Her clear big eyes blinked, and her small mouth moved slightly, as if chewing candy.
"Qing... Qingzi?!!"
Qi Hao's voice was altered by extreme shock and wild joy.
It sounded particularly abrupt, like a broken gong amidst the hurricane-like battlefield backdrop.
"Mouse?" Fang Qingyu, holding Jiang Wei's hand, stepped out from the smoke and dust, glanced over the disheveled Qi Hao, then looked towards Lv Chen, who was just struggling to climb out of a pile of vines, dust-covered, and Qin Hui and Old Qiao, who were both wildly overjoyed. The arc at the corner of his mouth widened slightly, with a bit of mockery, "What's the matter? Stunned?"
Then he paused, his gaze swept over Qi Hao's still "heroic sacrifice" pose on his burly body, and added in all seriousness:
"But bro, I'm not into guys."
"Damn!!!"
