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Though spring had arrived, the Far North Icefield remained a world of ice and snow.
Space fluctuated beside Su He, as Ji Feixue appeared in a red dress, smiling as she landed on Su He's shell.
She pointed and prodded the long gun piercing Su He, a flash of murderous intent fleeting in her eyes.
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurts!" Su He grimaced in pain, not feigning at all. He could endure and not be affected, but that didn't mean it wasn't painful.
The pain was killing him!
"You're such a manly blockhead!" Ji Feixue huffed. With a light tap of her finger, the long gun shrank instantly, springing out of the wound like an embroidery needle and landing in Ji Feixue's hand.
She put it away.
Su He let out a long sigh, feeling as if a heavy burden had been lifted. For half a month he had a long gun stuck inside him, making him feel as if he was dancing in front of Yanjun's palace.
Yet, that long gun was too close to the Boundary Pearl for him to dare to pull it out carelessly.
