[You pry a metal fragment off the shipwreck.]
[You flick the fragment at the girl in black.]
[The girl in black tilts her head slightly.]
[The metal fragment cuts off a strand of her hair.]
"Both her spirit and constitution are not low,"
Wang Ran evaluated.
If either of those attributes had been a bit lower for the girl in black, her head would have exploded rather than just losing a strand of hair.
[The girl in black jumps onto a piece of the shipwreck.]
[She presents a gourd.]
[This gourd is tattered and almost severed in the middle, with marks of swords and knives all over its belly, and even a few holes of different sizes.]
[She bows respectfully to the gourd.]
["Please turn around, precious!"]
Wang Ran felt that those five words looked very familiar, but couldn't immediately recall where he had seen them.
The text continued to scroll.
[A hazy grey light shoots out of the gourd's mouth.]
[The grey light fiercely slashes toward your neck.]
