"You...!"
Kongming was so choked by his utterly shameless reaction that she could not speak for a moment. She only felt a rush of hot blood shoot straight to her head.
She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning a little white.
If... if I really weren't no match for him, I'd have to let this idiot with a screw loose get a taste of my fists!
She thought it viciously to herself.
Still, though she had spent ages yelling at Mo Wang, the pent-up frustration in Kongming's chest did ease quite a bit.
Once she calmed down and thought about it, although the whole process had been absurd beyond belief, these three days... Mo Wang had indeed done exactly as he said and protected her "pretty well."
Those strange beasts that had suddenly lunged out had been cut down by him one by one before they could even get close. In the arms of that "herb gatherer" he had knocked unconscious, they had later indeed found a poisoned dagger and knockout incense. When they slept outdoors at night, even if he was dozing against a tree himself, the campfire had never gone out, and not even a poisonous insect could be seen nearby... There were even some approaching threats she herself had not noticed before Mo Wang silently dealt with them.
"Sigh..."
In the end, Kongming deflated, dragging her heavy steps as she followed Mo Wang into the small town—Aster Town.
Right now, she only wanted to find somewhere with a roof and a bed and lie down properly.
The two of them walked into an inn that looked fairly clean. The moment they stepped over the threshold, Kongming headed straight for the nearest empty table, wishing she could collapse onto it at once.
Walking toward them from the inner