Small and sad.
Thinking this way, Lin Yi suddenly didn't find the Sneering Angel so terrifying anymore; they were just some pathetic, sad creatures.
Hmm... compared to them, he was hardly qualified to call himself sad.
Too insignificant.
One is small and sad.
One is small and laughable.
Such insignificant beings, even unable to grasp their own life and death.
Heh.
"Ah..." Lin Yi sighed deeply.
At that moment, Mu Daxian's voice rang in his ear.
"Done, let's get going, let's get going!"
Mu Daxian had just stowed away the fourth petrified light bulb into his cloth bag and then started to leave the deep forest with Mao Feiyang.
It was already getting late; the twilight divided the light, causing the shadows in the depths of the forest to stretch outwards, followed by a thin mountain mist that almost seemed not to exist.
Mu Daxian, skilled and brave, even though the mist had risen above his calves, remained composed, like an explorer walking through a tropical rainforest.
