The bright flower blossomed in mid-air, turning into blood mist droplets that were as thin as dust as they landed.
Fang Zhengzhi felt his face grow somewhat hot. That was the heat generated by the blood mist falling onto his face. The palm of his hands also grew hotter. Because, he held a boiling hot hand in his own.
Ping Yang's clear gaze looked silently at Fang Zhengzhi as the edges of her mouth curved into a happy smile.
"I have said… my… my Red Flame Flower Armour can block off one strike, am… am I right?" Ping Yang's lips opened slightly, breathing out a wisp of air, likening that of an orchid flower. However, this wisp of air also contained the faint scent of blood.
"Why?!" Fang Zhengzhi couldn't understand.
He really couldn't understand. There wasn't much friendship between him and Ping Yang. Furthermore, considering Ping Yang's arrogance, why would she serve as a meat shield for him at this moment?
"Because, I am smart enough."
