Bu Yong's raised foot hadn't yet touched the ground when he froze, gazing at the figure approaching them.
A fervent surprise flickered across his face.
Leaned against a tree, Lin Lan suddenly stood up, but because of his external and internal injuries, he rose too quickly and fell to the ground.
Yet he didn't feel any pain at all.
Watching the familiar figure approaching, he smiled like an idiot.
"Mission accomplished, I've come back alive," Ye Shaohua inserted the blood-stained dagger back into its sheath, raising her head to look at the two of them.
The moonlight was above.
In fact, even without the moonlight, they could smell the strong scent of fresh blood on Ye Shaohua.
Not just that of the enemy's.
Both Lin Lan and Bu Yong could see the blood dripping down from under her arm, likely from an injury to the arm...
And her pale face.
And the booming sound of bombs exploding in the dense forest as they walked...
