Lu Qingxue's confusion made Mu Fan raise his head and blink innocently.
"Hmm, I thought about it and realized there didn't seem to be any need."
He looked at the graceful beauty with her Black Hair spilling down her back.
But to his surprise, the Dingchuan Goddess of War only gave him a helpless yet exceptionally beautiful eye roll.
At that instant, Lu Qingxue's charm... before Mu Fan, her heart of ice was melting more and more.
The beauty in snow-white mercenary attire gathered her long hair behind her head with one hand, revealing her delicate yet sharply defined chin. Her longsword returned to its sheath.
With long strides, she walked step by step to Mu Fan's side and looked up at the powerful, imposing figure wrapped in Dark Gold Battle Armor.
"It's over."
Lu Qingxue's wish had finally been fulfilled at this moment. After all the magnificent upheavals along the way, she was grateful that she had always fought side by side with Mu Fan.
"Not yet."
The energy in Mu Fan's Warp Light Sickle Blade withdrew, and he slung it across his back.
Under Lu Qingxue's gaze, he stepped forward a few paces and bent down to pick up his combat pack. As he took out his Sky Communicator, he said, "Ahead is the base of the Blood Fang Group branch."
Lu Qingxue gazed at Mu Fan with her limpid eyes. She said nothing, but her meaning was perfectly clear.
The Goddess of War, who had always been accustomed to acting alone, left every decision to Mu Fan at this moment.
"Wait a moment."
Mu Fan first walked thirty meters back, then aimed his Sky Communicator at the scattered chunks of metal on the ground and the half iron head pressed into the dirt.
With a click, the