Well, this is what called "strike first to gain the upper hand".
With a flash in his eyes, Jing Chen dodged alertly; the silver needles whizzed past not far from his face, giving him somewhat an illusion that, did this girl want to destroy his face?
Did she not like his face?
All to say, Jing Chen, you overthought, she just did it out of convenience.
Of course, with regards to Jing Chen's handsome face, Mu Lin thought, she actually quite liked it, it was pleasing and a sight for sore eyes.
Who could not like beautiful things?
As Jing Chen entered the Camp Tent, the four people inside had already gotten up, gotten out of bed, and were attentively watching him.
Before the tent was closed, his tall figure under the moonlight seemed exceptionally... holy, yet Yue Qiao and the others could still not see the face of the visitor; except of course, for Mu Lin.
Just with one glance, Jing Chen knew, Mu Lin, could clearly see him.
It appeared, she also had night vision.
