The moment Ye Qiu's mask fell off, Ning Rongrong got a full look at his face and was somewhat surprised.
This guy is actually pretty good-looking.
"Brother! Are you all right?" Xiao Lan threw aside what she was holding and nervously hugged Ye Qiu's head, trying to make him lift it.
"I'm fine." Ye Qiu rubbed his eyes and raised his head, his azure eyes streaked with bloodshot veins.
"Uncle Jian, let it go." Ning Fengzhi raised a hand in front of Ye Qiu, asking Sword Douluo to stop there.
"What Rongrong said earlier did go a little too far!"
"Fengzhi, I'm neither blind nor deaf. Didn't Rongrong get frightened just now? Consider this a lesson for him!"
Sword Douluo treasured Ning Rongrong dearly and was unwilling to let her suffer even the slightest grievance.
However, he could still tell right from wrong.
He did not wish to pursue the matter any further.
He turned to Ning Rongrong.
"Rongrong, are you all right? Rongrong?"
"Huh?" Hearing herself called, Ning Rongrong came back to her senses, her face slightly flushed.
"I-I'm fine. I just saw some frightening images!" As she spoke, she patted her flat chest.
"You're all bad people! You wanted to sell Xiao Lan, and you even bullied Brother! I... Xiao Lan hates you!" Xiao Lan clung to Ye Qiu like a koala, wrapping both legs around his waist as though she wanted to shield him in her arms.
"..." Hearing her words, Ye Qiu fell silent. Sure enough, she was still just a child. He gently patted her and freed himself from her hold. "Don't worry. It's fine!"
Then, he explained himself to Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi.
"Please rest assured, Seniors. This junior merely used a small Illusion Technique. It will not cause any harm to your