"YOU FUCKING MORON." In an instant, Lin Meilin's figure was already standing beside Yang Ze, who was screaming in agony. At the moment, both his eye sockets were filled with flame, not only melting his eyes but also the skin around his face. If nothing was done to extinguish the flame, it would burn his entire body to ashes.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Lin Meilin cursed him for a good while before raising her hand and placing it directly on his face, covering his eyes.
In that instant, the raging flames, which seemed intent on melting Yang Ze, came to an abrupt halt before dissipating completely, leaving behind a pair of empty sockets from where the smell of burning flesh slowly wafted in the air.
"What a mess." Lin Meilin couldn't help but clench her fists in frustration. On the one hand, she blamed this idiot for being so reckless, while on the other hand, she blamed herself for not preventing it.
