Yu Jiao's vomit sprayed down like a sudden storm, and everyone scrambled to get out of the way.
But Xiao Cheng tilted his head back and smirked. 'Reflect. Reflect it all!'
As a result, everything Yu Jiao threw up wrapped around her own body without a single drop hitting the ground. Most of it landed on her face, and the stench made her eyes roll back in her head. Nauseated and dizzy, she continued to retch up bile.
The Golden Lion Beastman's expression froze. He was disgusted, too, but if he didn't leap up to catch her, Yu Jiao would have fallen to her death.
Steeling himself, he caught her and quickly set her upright on the side. But to Yu Jiao, the world was spinning. She couldn't possibly stand. Terrified out of her wits and with her legs gone soft, she instinctively clung to his arm. The filth from her face smeared onto the Golden Lion Beastman's arm. He could even feel its stickiness, and the sour stench that was particularly potent assaulted his nostrils...
