"Don't be so angry, Fula Sister!" Seeing that Fulajie'er was in a bad mood, Cheng Ziang squinted his eyes and said with a smile.
However, Fulajie'er seemed unappreciative. She glared at him with wide eyes, her face a picture of shock, and couldn't help retching a few times before disappearing into thin air.
"Damn girl!" Cheng Ziang muttered through gritted teeth.
After collecting his thoughts, he took a pistol from its holster for a quick check, then chambered a round. Now that his longsword was almost ruined, he could only rely on this secondary weapon to solve problems.
Axia stood quietly in the courtyard, seemingly unaffected by the cold outside. She checked her hood and donned a scarf, hiding her peerless beauty.
Cheng Ziang leaned against the back of a tree, glancing back from time to time to see if those people had arrived yet. He always had a bad premonition, couldn't say why, probably because he had been on so many missions that he developed a keen sense of vigilance.
