They only hoped that they wouldn't suffer too much in the aftermath and that they could keep their lives, as a bad life was better than a good death.
Doudou also squeezed over, still clutching the Dragon Maiden sword in one hand and shaking her father's hand vigorously with the other.
"Daddy, I'm sorry, I let that baddie get away, but if I ever run into him again, I definitely won't let him go! I'll cut him into pieces."
"That bastard, he really put Doudou through hell."
With a hint of sadness in her voice, she muttered about what had happened before.
To Doudou, her experiences in the dungeon weren't much to speak of.
It was those two mangled skeletons, not even a scrap of flesh dropping from them, that cast the greatest shadow over her heart.
If it weren't for that damn Hei Dalong, none of this would've happened.
