Old Jia: Excuse My Poor Skills! Seven-Two, Fuck Him!

Shi Tiexin's gaze shifted evasively. "I can."

"Stop lying!" Ling Xingjian reached out to pull Shi Tiexin. "Hurry, the enemy's almost here! I'll help you walk!"

"No, don't, I..."

"Don't give me that 'leave me behind and go first' routine!" Ling Xingjian shrieked, losing control a little, and blurted out, "Saving the world and saving you are equally important!"

Shi Tiexin froze at her words, then showed an expression that was both touched and embarrassed.

"No, that's not what I meant." Even his ever-reliable innate talent was having trouble covering for him. Shi Tiexin raised a hand and scratched his cheek, his old face faintly red. "I'm really fine. I got a little hurt, but it's healing quickly. But..."

"But what?"

"But my clothes got shredded. From the front, I still look pretty imposing, but the entire back is basically bare, including my ass." Shi Tiexin looked too ashamed to face anyone. "Simply put: if I stand up, my pants will definitely fall off."

Ling Xingjian's eyes widened. Her mouth opened and closed, and for a moment she was so dumbstruck that she had nothing to say.

A second later, she smacked Shi Tiexin's shoulder in exasperation. "What the hell are you doing?! At a time like this, you're cracking jokes instead?! We're running for our lives! Who cares about keeping up appearances? Give me back my heartfelt emotion!"

Then her eyes rolled, and her expression shifted slightly, revealing a hint of lecherous ill intent like some old dirty rascal. "Besides, don't be embarrassed. If they fall, they fall~~"

The joke lasted only a sentence before they had to return to cruel reality.

Shi Tiexin sat up. The skin on his back was indeed swollen and red. Even this was only possible because Formless Wind Tribulation Leg's lightness technique had