In the devastated checkpoint, Chen Kun looked at Long Qianyun in satisfaction and said with relief,
"Not bad, not bad. You've grown up. You even know to push the blame away when you kill people."
Long Qianyun gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and punched Chen Kun's shoulder heavily.
Chen Kun, who had received Long Qianyun's punch, said solemnly,
"Alright, alright, I won't joke with you anymore. These people are probably here for me."
"Who has the guts to touch my people!"
"I think I know who it is, but I'll take care of this myself."
Chen Kun raised his eyebrows at Long Qianyun and teased,
"You don't have to worry about it. Also, I should be the one to say this to you, right?"
"Huh?"
Not far away, Fu Huang watched as Chen Kun and Long Qianyun chatted and laughed harmoniously.
He clenched his fists and let go.
He was angry for no reason, but what right did he have to be angry?
