If Hao Ren had not already known that Vivian's mental state was genuinely terrible, he would have sincerely thought that this Vampire ancestor was deliberately targeting him. There were so many people around, yet she ignored all of them and kept chasing after him, asking him over and over, "Who are you?" Every time, she insisted on getting a clear answer. Fine, she wanted an answer—but the old lady forgot it the moment she turned her head... What was the point of all this back-and-forth tormenting?!
"My name is Hao Ren. I'm your long-lost second cousin..." Hao Ren had completely given up on explaining the details. No matter what he said, she would definitely forget everything after three minutes, so this time he simply made something up on the spot. But he regretted it almost immediately, because Heiserana, standing beside him, shot him an angry glare. The little Bat Spirit bared two tiny fangs, looking ready to bite someone.
"Don't look at me like that. It's not as if I wanted this," Hao Ren said helplessly, spreading his hands. "If you're so capable, why don't you cure her?"
Heiserana snorted and turned away, refusing to pay any more attention to Hao Ren.
Meanwhile, Hesperis was worrying about what would happen next, just like her fellow survivors. She stared at these sudden "allies" before her, filled with astonishment. She could hardly believe that anyone could joke and laugh so casually in a place already facing annihilation. She had even begun to doubt the true purpose and identities of Hao Ren's group. If Vivian had not possessed immense and profound prestige on Mount Olympus, perhaps these ten escaped Olympus "gods" would have lost control by now.
There was a saying: You're in the middle of fleeing for your lives—could you at least