"Ah, haha, Colonel Sir, it was just a little joke," Ning Xia shivered, carefully moving the barrel of the gun away, then squeezed out a sweet smile, her voice filled with pain, "Climb? Of course, I'll climb. If anyone says I can't, they'll have a fight on their hands!"
Bo Siyan was finally satisfied and put away his pistol with a swift and decisive motion.
Watching the man's series of actions, Ning Xia could only think of one thing to say: I'm going to your grandma's bear!
It was clear she couldn't outstubborn the little overlord, but Ning Xia had always relied on her face, spit, her mind to earn her meals.
He wanted her to climb, so climb she would. As for where to climb to, that was up to her to decide. Once she came down, she'd just say she reached the peak—who could argue with that?
Ning Xia adjusted the unbearably heavy backpack, secretly thinking: The first thing she'd do after disappearing from the little overlord's view would be to ditch this damn explosive pack.
