"Are we going to ride on the wings of Lord of the Light Step? I'm a bit excited!"
Lia shook off the fatigue from battle and excitedly approached the Little Black-Robed Person, "How do we sit?"
"Spread your arms." Bailuo stated succinctly.
After Lia did as she was told, Bailuo's arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up. Then, his gaze turned to Tasya.
That's right—the Light Rank could fly, but they couldn't make Lin Da and the others fly too.
Bailuo held Lia in one arm and Tasya in the other.
Manual takeoff.
"Senior, where should I go?"
Lin Da scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Behind." Bailuo said indifferently.
"Okay."
Lin Da squatted down, stretched out his hands, and encircled the fragile, boneless waist of the Little Black-Robed Person.
Upon contact, he couldn't help but marvel inwardly: What a petite girl, her waist isn't much thicker than my thigh, quite delicate, similar to an adventurer's primary school fifth or sixth-grader.
