"Gu Bailu, who let you out? Go inside!" Shao Di roared.
Gu Bailu had never seen him like that before.
He was never more manly.
Did war really make men mad?
"The house is falling because of your fight. Do you want to be buried alive?"
In pain, Gu Bailu stumbled out step by step.
Suddenly, the earthquake stopped. Somebody approached her, and something sticky fell on her forehead.
She reached up to touch it. It was blood.
She raised her head, only to discover a huge wound on Feng Qingtian's forehead which was dripping blood.
His right shoulder was red, too.
"Why are you fighting so desperately? Is your life too dull?"
Gu Bailu frowned. She wondered if the wound would leave a scar.
Why couldn't he cherish his pretty face?
"Come back with me."
Feng Qingtian, however, didn't seem to feel any pain at all. He grabbed her and was about to leave.
