Although he believed that his Original Soul energy was higher than everyone else's, he would not be able to withstand all the guardians in Camp Zhan Yun attacking him at once.
"I spoke too much."
"If you know you talk too much, shut up!" Xue Fangyang snapped angrily.
He was furious. Why did he have to pop up? Did he want to listen to his scolding? Wasn't he asking for it?
…
An Jiuyue placed the pastries on the table and looked at the two sweaty children.
"Where did you go? Are you tired from playing?" she asked softly, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off their faces.
"Not tired. Not tired," Qian Yirong mumbled incomprehensibly as he stuffed a pastry into his mouth.
"I'm just too hungry. That demonic beast was too difficult to defeat. We fought it for a long time. Our stomachs were growling with hunger, but it still didn't run away. Big Brother and I were so anxious."
