"I'm here, don't worry." Ye Wanlan swallowed another pill, eyes cold, "I haven't suffered too much injury, just exhausted. Tingting, we can't let him leave!"
"Alright." Yan Tingfeng smiled gently, "Then we won't let him leave."
The two stood back to back.
This posture is both the best defense and the best attack stance, giving one's back to the other, also represents extreme trust in one another.
"Where did this rotten kid come from!" Dylan was on the verge of bursting with rage. "If you want to die, then let's die together!"
"Swish——!"
He swung his sword, launching another attack.
The kids, whose combined age wasn't even a fraction of his, he still couldn't believe he couldn't handle them.
Yan Tingfeng's addition relieved Ye Wanlan from the urgent situation she faced.
The times these two fought together were few, but their coordination was extremely skillful.
It seemed like each knew the other's thoughts, no need for words, knowing precisely how to execute the next move.
