"I'm a Third-Tier Sequence User, after all, not made of porcelain. How could anything happen to me that easily?"
Luo Fan answered when the Qipao Weird asked whether he was all right.
Indeed, the vine's ambush just now hadn't hit him. Only the Motorcycle had been launched into the air. How could he possibly have been injured?
"True. That was a pointless question." Hearing Luo Fan's reply, the Qipao Weird thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Indeed, back in Jiangkou Town, even if they had wanted to take him down, it wouldn't have been easy.
Back then, even Fourth-Tier Weirds or Fierce Beasts had been no match for him. Luo Fan was certainly far from weak.
But why had they asked whether he was all right just now?
The Qipao Weird shook their head, feeling that their question had indeed been rather inexplicable.
"Huh? Wait..."
The Motorcycle continued forward. At that moment, the Qipao Weird suddenly realized something-Luo Fan's arms were still around their waist.
Was he planning to keep holding their waist without letting go?
Still, the Qipao Weird had no intention of asking Luo Fan to let go.
After all, the Motorcycle had just flown into the air. Luo Fan had held their waist for fear of being thrown off, which was perfectly reasonable.
Besides, to win Luo Fan over and show him their attitude, they had even been willing to help him hunt Rule-Type Weirds. Merely holding their waist now was no big deal.
No further problems arose along the way.
Besides, given Luo Fan and the Qipao Weird's strength, ordinary Weirds and Fierce Beasts wouldn't be so blind as to come rushing to their deaths as the two traveled through this apocalypse.
After the Motorcycle had traveled for roughly an hour and a half,