"..."
"Master, M-Master...?"
"How... How can you really be here...?"
Ignoring the wounds on his body and the beads of blood still seeping from them, Po the Pandaren was being helped to his feet by his companions. Now he stared open-mouthed in a daze, following that familiar voice as he murmured in disbelief.
To tell the truth, before coming here, Po had clung to a few fantasies. Deep down, he'd thought that his master must have some unspoken reason for working with the evil Shen Wangye—or that she was being forced to do it.
But...
Now he saw her standing behind Shen Wangye with a cheerful smile. She'd had plenty of chances to easily restrain the other party or bring that white peacock to justice, but hadn't even considered taking action. How could he not understand where she stood?
"Hi~! How are you?"
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Seeing Po the Pandaren, covered in wounds from the muskets and drenched in blood, staring blankly at her, Little Annie waved her teddy bear's little paw and gave him a very friendly greeting.
As for his injuries, she didn't pay them the slightest attention!
Annie could tell they were only superficial wounds... Besides, during the days when she used to take him along for special training (feeding him kills), she'd already seen plenty of his miserable predicaments and gruesome deaths. She'd seen him suffer a hundred times worse than this—even torn limb from limb or boiled in a pot!
So, to his cheap master, the blood all over him now was nothing unusual.
"..."
Po said nothing. His lips trembled as he silently stared back at her.
"!!"
"Shameless!"
"You're an accomplice and lackey of the enemy of kung fu—a snake in the grass, just as bad as he is! Po and the rest of us