"This is terrible."
As she soothed Heavy Cannon Rabbit, Bronya complained, "Durandal's fighting spirit has been ignited. Her competitive nature has taken over her mind. Right now, she can only snap out of it by defeating Zhao Bai."
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"Alright, alright, Bronya knows you want that scythe, but it belongs to him. Don't cause trouble for Zhao Bai, okay?"
Bronya imagined herself looking pleasant and continued soothing it.
But clearly, her soothing skills were terrible. A tremendous sensation of weightlessness struck her as Heavy Cannon Rabbit flung her away. In the blink of an eye, it seemed to realize what a stupid thing it had done and rushed forward to catch Bronya, who was still rising.
Bronya was not surprised in the slightest.
She stroked Heavy Cannon Rabbit's armor. The icy sensation flowed from her palm through her entire body. Her gray eyes silently watched it, as though they contained some indescribable power. Heavy Cannon Rabbit actually felt a sense of gentleness from her.
Like a little girl having her forehead gently stroked by someone, all its anger vanished completely.
Bronya possessed that kind of power.
No matter what was happening here, the battle over there continued.
Durandal seemed to have been infected by Zhao Bai. Her movements were no longer fluid, elegant, and restrained; instead, they had become as clumsy as Zhao Bai's. If Zhao Bai was harvesting leeks, then she was like a child stabbing at a scarecrow, making Zhao Bai's heart pound in alarm.
What was wrong with her?
Had she taken the wrong medicine?
He had always put great effort into kitchen work, but no matter how dedicated a chef was, he could not exactly use a scythe on ingredients. Thus, Zhao Bai had used it very few times, which was why his movements