In the small bathroom, fresh water kept falling from the shower head.
Lu Ping'an bathed beneath it, rinsing off the blood and sweat from his body.
He didn't have a compulsion for cleanliness, but still, after every killing, as long as conditions allowed, he would find a place to wash himself....
"Xiao Mu, don't you want to join in for a bath?"
Outside the open bathroom door, there was another mud-covered child who needed a bath.
The little one actually won as well, and quite effortlessly.... But facing a desperate Fighter, being unwounded and without any bloodstain was not very realistic.
The wounds weren't severe; Lu Ping'an had already bandaged them up.
But it was a bit troublesome for someone with an arm injury to wash alone; in Lu Ping'an's view, it was better to simply wash together.
"No thanks, old per..... Brother Lu, Grandpa Mu said that a girl should bathe by herself."
