Zheng Xiu wrapped Xie Luohe in a tight bear hug from behind.
For a moment, Zheng Xiu felt as if he were submerged in the deep sea.
A series of chaotic fragments flashed through Zheng Xiu's mind.
But Zheng Xiu couldn't make out what any of the fragments were depicting.
Thick veins bulged on Zheng Xiu's forehead.
From Cheng Xiao and Bai Xiaosheng's perspective, they watched in astonishment. The dashing Gongsun Mo approached the monster like a fearless, solitary warrior, stepping into the terrifying mass of shadows.
A single word surfaced in both their minds: Heroic.
「Meanwhile.」
Coldness, brutality, hatred, jealousy…
In an instant, countless stray thoughts flooded Zheng Xiu's mind.
"Xie Luohe! That's enough!"
Zheng Xiu bit his tongue hard, the pain restoring a sliver of clarity. He roared.
DRIP.
Xie Luohe stopped drawing her bow. The taut string went slack, and a cold drop of liquid landed on the back of Zheng Xiu's hand.
