"Shen Zhuanxie, aren't you going to put out the fire you started?"
[Believe it or not, I won't just put it out. I'll extinguish it for good.]
His eyes flicked toward Chu Xuanzhen.
A glint of mischief flashed through them. As he finished that retort, Chu Xuanzhen stopped pressing his scales, his thumb resting on one very close to the wound.
There was blood in the seams where it fitted against the other scales. Just as Chu Xuanzhen was about to withdraw his hand, the scale slipped off the tail.
He swiftly caught the falling scale between two fingers and tucked it into his sleeve without anyone noticing.
His expression remained unruffled, as though he had already done this at least three times.
Shen Yangge only saw his hand slide down and then draw back. The whole thing took two or three seconds, so he thought nothing of it.
Perhaps human medicine did have some effect on a mermaid like him. Shortly after the ointment was applied, his wound felt cool, then a little later, it began to burn. The pain was like salt being sprinkled into the wound, but Shen Yangge could still bear this much.
It was just that his mermaid body had been pampered too much. With Chu Xuanzhen's meticulous care over the past few days, he had grown thoroughly lazy.
He had completely forgotten what he had come here to do. Once Chu Xuanzhen resumed assigning men to search for the City Lord's remaining gunpowder and highly lethal weapons, Shen Yangge began looking around the ruins.
At last, he found System 615 buried beneath a house in a secluded corner. Having made contact with its host, System 615 wagged its tail so joyfully it nearly snapped it off.
After making contact with a stranger not long