"Zhou Diao! Why are you here?!" Feng Ling was truly speechless.
Fine, come if you wanted to, but couldn't you at least knock first?
What was with sneaking in by climbing over the wall in a black leather outfit?!
"...Feng Ling?" Zhou Diao lay on the ground, blood seeping from the corners of his eyes, with varying degrees of bleeding from his nose and mouth. He could only identify Feng Ling by her voice.
His vision was spinning, and he couldn't see anything clearly. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been beaten down the entire time.
"Oh no, he's poisoned!" Feng Ling yanked Zhou Diao up and shook him. "Hey! Does the Hellhound have poison resistance? Don't you dare die! Even if you die, you can't die here! When I see Su Yuqing later, not even jumping into the Da Qing River will clear my name!—Little Skeleton!"
Feng Ling raised her voice and shouted toward the Sales Office.
The sounds of fighting had already drawn the tenants from the second floor.
But Huangfu Miaomiao, Li Qing, and Bao Changzhi weren't skilled at fighting. Seeing how fiercely the battle below was going, they wisely chose not to come downstairs.
Huangfu Miaomiao was called out and immediately jolted into action. She transformed into a Ghost Shadow, slid down the outer wall through the window, and quickly arrived at Feng Ling's side.
"Hurry and give him an injection, now!" Feng Ling urged.
At this moment, Ye Zheng seemed to recognize Zhou Diao as well. She stood blankly to one side, confusion and bewilderment showing on her face.
The injection took effect quickly.
The wounds on Zhou Diao's body gradually healed, and his vision became bright and clear again.
Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, then scolded him irritably, "Why the hell were you climbing