"Xiao He, come!"
Even if Shutong hadn't called, Fu Yunhe was already walking towards her, but her call quickened his steps.
"What are you doing? Covered in dust."
As Fu Yunhe approached, he already had a tissue in his hand and naturally tried to wipe the dust off Shutong's face.
It was an action extremely gentle; unfortunately, it was Shutong he had encountered.
"Stop it! We have serious matters."
Shutong slapped Fu Yunhe's hand away, and suddenly, a dark flying knife appeared in her own palm.
"Let's go, shall we try it?"
Although Shutong asked, she did not give Fu Yunhe any time to respond and directly dragged him away.
And this time, they didn't even use the Shadowless.
Fu Yunhe felt a pull, and he stood on the familiar green light, with the whooshing of the wind in his ears.
Normally thin, Fu Yunhe's face was almost distorted by the wind.
Fu Yunhe had no choice but to gather his spiritual power into a wall to block the painfully blowing wind.
