With that, a sly smile curled at Ning Rongrong's lips, her lively eyes fixed squarely on Chen Jue.
Chen Jue couldn't help chuckling at the sight. He lightly flicked her smooth forehead, equal parts fond and exasperated.
"You and that mouth of yours!"
After all, Xiao Qing's emotions were very unstable. He was worried Rongrong's words might frighten her!
Then Chen Jue changed the subject, asking gently.
"Rongrong, where are you going?"
Ning Rongrong rubbed her lightly tapped forehead. Her petulant little expression resembled a flower waiting to bloom in spring, a little displeased, yet unable to hide her innocent charm.
Chen Jue smiled wryly to himself. The girl was probably secretly jealous because he'd just defended Xiao Qing.
"Your big brother Chen Jue was wrong. Here, I've got something good for you!"
With that, Chen Jue took the M4 out of his Storage Soul Tool and handed it to Rongrong.
Rongrong took it, her body trembling slightly as an incredulous exclamation slipped from her lips.
"It's so big!"
"It's so heavy!"
She'd never seen such a large weapon before, and for a moment, she couldn't tear her eyes away.
"What is this? It looks so strange!"
At the sight, a faint smile curled at Chen Jue's lips, and he slowly began.
"This is..."
He then explained to Ning Rongrong how to use the M4, what it could do, and everything else.
"Right, hold it tight, keep your finger on the trigger..."
"..."
Before long, understanding dawned on Ning Rongrong, an incredulous glint flashing in her eyes.
She hadn't expected it to be so simple to operate, while its destructive power was terrifying beyond reason.
It could kill a Soul Saint with a single shot from over a hundred meters away.
Even if that meant firing from hiding, it was