"Count me in."
Youhuang suddenly regained her spirits and loudly responded.
"Hahaha, Youhuang, you've finally come to your senses."
Jinghong's mood greatly improved, his heroism suddenly emerging: "Good, let's join our swords and kill everywhere, wiping out the prestige of the Demon Race."
"Hmm."
Upon hearing the idea of their swords combining, Youhuang's heartbeat skipped a beat, her eyelids drooping slightly, revealing a hint of a shy little girl's expression.
"Hehe."
The corner of Lin Qingluo's eye caught her change in expression, her eyes flashed, and she chuckled teasingly.
*
Dongyu Basin, endless fields of canola flowers swaying in the wind, a breathtaking sight.
Lin Qingluo arrived by controlling the sword and landed gracefully.
"Master."
"Sister."
"Miss Lin."
The boys and girls saw the heroic girl and were delighted, gathering around her.
"Sister, are you leaving?"
Lin Yixuan saw his sister, with a different sparkle in his eyes.
"Battle against Beiming?"
