"Derick, what kind of person are you really?" Lin Mo'er lowered her head, murmuring with a hint of disappointment.
"What's wrong, little girl? Are you afraid now that you've seen my strength? Weren't you quite bold last night..." Derick keenly caught the girl's voice and said with a smile on his face.
"Well, I, I'm not..." Lin Mo'er hadn't expected Derick to suddenly come out with such aggressive words, and her face turned red.
"What happened last night?" Lin Kexin, who had been enthusiastically watching the scene of the Golden Eagle spreading its wings to kill the zombie tide, suddenly heard her sister and Derick's conversation and turned to ask.
"Mind your own business, nothing happened..." Derick waved his hand at the little girl. When he saw his sister turn back, Lin Mo'er breathed a sigh of relief.
