"No worries, no worries!"
"It's just an escape curse, I'm very familiar with it! I even helped Xin Fat Man use it once before!"
"You guys did a great job with this trap!"
"I feel that even if a demon with strength level 10 steps on it, it would have to lose a layer of skin..."
Zheng Qing wobbly stood up and waved his hands, indicating that he was fine. At the same time, he slyly complimented himself.
However, his fingers were swollen like radishes and were protesting against their owner's stubbornness in a very conspicuous way, laughing at his tough act.
"I still have some snake oil left, you can use it." Elena chuckled lightly and didn't deny Zheng Qing's words. She pointed at his fingers while taking out a small jar of turquoise ointment from her bosom.
