"Out with the old, in with the new," Cheng Ziang said, pouring water out of the scabbard of his long knife, "Don't worry, I'll protect you next!"
"Forget it, I don't want your protection, disgusting," Hu Daoke stuck out his tongue at him, disdain written all over his face, "I want Lai Head to protect me!"
"Luo'er doesn't have a gun either, right?" Cheng Ziang said with a mock-smile, shrugging his shoulders. He fiddled with his sharp long knife, its blade flashing with a dazzling cold light.
Hearing them mentioning him, Luo'er helplessly spread his hands. Although he didn't want to lose the gun, had he stubbornly insisted like Baiyue at the time, they probably would've been caught by the Skylark Fighter hovering over the lake.
"I'll have Yue'er to protect me, right Yue'er?" Hu Daoke pointed at Baiyue Xing spiritedly, but when he looked at Baiyue, he found that she had been hanging her head, looking very depressed.
