Shen Lang had just witnessed a big show played by the East Continent's emperor when he was suddenly bumped by Shen Yu and almost knocked over by the little fat ball.
"What sister? Did you sneak up on that little packrat again? Are you really not afraid of death, or are you blind at such a young age?! Didn't you see Mo Beiyuan's gaze?"
Shen Lang felt that his brother should be glad. Although Mo Beiyuan's reputation was usually not good, at least he would not attack a brat like Shen Yu.
Shen Yu tugged at his sleeve, wanting to pull him away. "Little girl is sick! Go and see her!"
"Sick? She ran so fast just now. Princess Sixteen didn't even touch her hair. How did she suddenly fall sick?"
Shen Lang had just witnessed how powerful that little packrat was. She was extremely lively and did not look sick at all.
