It felt as if time had rewound ten years, back to the days when someone always protected her, when she didn't have to worry or fight for anything.
"Oh!"
After a long moment, she uttered a single word.
"Calmed down now? If you're calm, I'll ask, and you'll answer," Zhang Deming said.
"Mhm," Panx Juan'er murmured, gently resting her head against the back of Zhang Deming's neck.
Just then, before he could even ask a question, Zhang Deming suddenly froze. He dropped into a crouch, then instantly leaped upwards. In just a few bounds, he was at the top of a tree in the blink of an eye.
The Vines protecting him rapidly spread out and extended.
The pistols and machine guns at the tips of the Vines, under Zhang Deming's direct control, opened fire on several disc-shaped drones nearby.
