"What are you thinking about? The battle lasted a long time; you must be hungry!" a crisp and pleasant voice suddenly called out.
Lin Xuankong turned his head. Floating beside him, dressed in green and smiling, was Young Lady Lii Xiaolan.
Gazing at the jade-like beauty before him, at the carefree smile on her pretty face, the gloom in Lin Xuankong's heart suddenly lifted, replaced by a surge of heroism.
