"Quite the zealot, aren't you? That's too fierce."
Ke Mingye said nonchalantly, while observing the scene unfold through the eyes of Xiaohongmao.
On the other side.
Xiaohongmao raised her magic wand, her figure wrapped in a flutter of crystal-clear snowflakes as she flew mid-air. Her Christmas cone hat flattened by the wind, her soft, golden fringe elegantly fluttering.
She narrowed her ice-blue pupils and, forced to change direction repeatedly in the midst of the Spider Prince's pursuit, she kept ducking into alley after alley, dashing swiftly through corridors of the same shape.
But even with such flexible adaptability, she ultimately lost due to the fundamental difference in speed, which allowed the Spider Prince to catch up to her from behind.
The enamel bone knife stabbed fiercely, slicing a crimson ravine across her shoulder and nearly severing her left arm.
Splat!
