Liu Erlong's entire body went rigid.
The giant sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.
She slowly turned around.
Before her stood the figure she had thought she had lost forever.
Chu Men stood behind her, his hair slightly singed and his face covered in soot.
He looked utterly bedraggled.
But those eyes still sparkled, carrying that familiar, punchable grin of his!
Liu Erlong stared at him blankly for a full half minute.
Unable to hold them back any longer, tears surged forth like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
She suddenly threw herself into Chu Men's arms, listening to his strong heartbeat.
Her burning body seemed no longer able to contain the blazing flames of passion within.
"Sister Erlong, you're still so impulsive! So foolish that... Hiss—hot, hot, hot, hot! Hisss—"
Chu Men had intended to gently pat Liu Erlong on the back, but the heat of the Fire Dragon Battle Armor scalded him badly.
His grimacing expression immediately made Liu Erlong burst into laughter, and all her anger vanished.
[He's alive! The streamer's alive! I knew this bastard wouldn't die so easily!]
[Old Yu: So I took all those hits for nothing?!]
[Sister Erlong: You little brat who tricked me into crying, you heartless bastard!]
[No, bro, I didn't see it clearly. How did the streamer get out?]
[Streamer: Tactical death—farmed some tears and damage! Hahaha!]
"Are you alright?"
After releasing the arms wrapped around Chu Men, Liu Erlong began feeling him over with both hands, her eyes full of concern.
Chu Men rolled his eyes. Looking at the huge... big-breasted, brainless female tyrannosaur before him, he said with feigned irritation, "Honestly, we've fought so many times already. Don't you know what I'm capable of? How could I possibly fall to that old bastard?"
"Then