No rush. He would watch first, then decide whether to stay or go.
As the thought crossed his mind, Lin Xuan still stood there without moving an inch.
And in the blink of an eye, the rain of arrows transformed from those scales had already shot over.
Little Fellow did not bring out any treasure, nor did he cast any defensive spell. Instead, he dodged like a rat scurrying with its head covered.
He had not seen wrong. He really was scurrying around with his head covered—his two tiny claws raised high, clutching his head as he leaped up and down to dodge.
He looked no different from a headless fly, as wretched as could be.
Lin Xuan was dumbstruck, almost thinking he had seen wrong. Hadn't this Little Fellow just looked as if he were saying, "I'm very powerful"? How had he turned into a fake by the end?
His clumsy appearance made even Lin Xuan, watching from the side, feel his heart jump in fear. Yet at this moment, even if he wanted to step in and help, it was already too late.
Fortunately, Little Fellow was small and nimble enough, and for a short while, he actually did not get hurt.
The whole process sounded complicated, but in truth it took no more than a few breaths. Very soon, the attack ended, and Little Fellow had actually survived. However, to be fair, whether this was due to strength or luck, even Lin Xuan did not dare draw a rash conclusion.
On his face appeared, very humanly, the look of someone who had survived a calamity. He pressed one tiny claw to his chest and—hoo—actually let out a light breath.
Lin Xuan did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he had to admit that this Little