Watching Xie Yi drift down soullessly from the hover car, the waiting Ling Lan could not help but furrow her brows. Could it be that the little fellow had been struck too deeply by her words and had incurred a spiritual wound?
She looked dubiously at Qi Long, her eyes filled with questions. D*mmit, didn't you all say that this guy was very thick-skinned? Why did he fall into such a sorry state from such a minor setback?
To Ling Lan's questioning gaze, Qi Long could only shake his head firmly, indicating that he knew nothing.
Of course, after Ling Lan shifted her gaze elsewhere, Qi Long could only murmur in his heart, 'That also depends on who the opponent is. A humanoid weapon like you with such horrific killing power — what does it matter how thick one's skin is? Your power is still unbearable!'