Before making a move,
Milien quietly approached Yi Lin.
She stared with wide eyes, unable to get over the previous topic.
"I suspect you did that intentionally."
Milien referred to Yi Lin eagerly stretching his neck on the rooftop.
Yi Lin glanced at the sisters by the Clock Tower ten meters away.
This time, he didn't bother to argue with Milien and, pointing to his forehead, jokingly said, "Would an ordinary person die if they were shot here?"
Milien fell silent for a moment, then lifted her eyelids to stare straight at Yi Lin's forehead.
There wasn't even a scratch there, let alone a dent.
She nodded.
By default.
Anyone, if shot in the forehead, would probably die.
Even Milien herself.
So usually, in such situations, Milien would use her sword to block the sniper bullets one by one. After all, blocking bullets wasn't that hard.
"I wanted to be a good person once," Yi Lin scratched his forehead forcefully, then smirked, "until I took a bullet to the forehead."
"..."
