Rosa immediately became alert, her surroundings enveloped in a silver mist, and when she flipped her hand open, a silver elastic band appeared in her palm.
Just as she was about to take the initiative, she suddenly sensed something, but Lafa raised his head before her, looking up at the sky.
Whistle—!
A whistle sounded.
Lafa couldn't help but laugh softly.
The next moment, he gently lifted his arm and grasped it as he opened his palm.
Bang!!
A silver staff fell like lightning and was caught in his palm.
Chen Lun, flapping his black wings, rotated midair, transforming the silver staff into a silver sword, and, with a sizzle, pulled it out from Lafa's hand, taking some blood with it.
The other hand quietly rose, holding a hand crossbow and repeatedly pulling the trigger, firing three or four red beams.
"Huh?"
Lafa uttered softly, the oil painting behind his head transforming into a tuxedo, and the man himself turned into a shadow, slipping away to one side.
