"It's fine. Losing your left hand won't affect much of your combat ability." Su Ming dragged him along in High-Speed Flight, dodging enemy attacks as he spoke considerately. "I wasn't counting on you to blow them up anyway. As long as you still have your mouth and brain, you can carry out my arrangements."
Wade looked at him resentfully, like a wronged little girl.
"You just can't understand the bond between Little Left and me. Through countless lonely nights, she was the one who accompanied me to sleep and comforted my wounded heart. Even after Big Left and Big Right joined the girlfriend lineup, Little Left remained my favorite."
The black-and-yellow mask turned toward him. "Wait, I can understand Little Left and Little Right. But what are Big Left and Big Right?"
Wade did not answer. He merely shook both feet in midair.
"Even with my brain, I can't imagine how you managed that. No, don't tell me. I can't throw up right now—we're in the middle of a fight." Su Ming understood instantly, but understanding was one thing. The image was truly unimaginable.
Seeing Wade still wanting to explain in detail, he hurriedly cut him off. Just going by instinct, he felt it would be disgusting.
He glanced from the corner of his eye at Wanda, floating and hiding in the distance. She was still stammering through a spell, seemingly communicating with some demon god.
He did not know who she would find, but they still needed to buy her some time to cast.
"You attack beneath their feet. The flight nozzles are all down there. I'll cut at their heads." Su Ming raised a hand and flung Wade out. His cousin shot toward the enemies' legs like a foul-smelling red-and-black cannonball.
Wade spent most of his time having