Right or wrong?
Ji Jue only felt his head buzzing, his vision black: Right, wrong, wrong, right, is it right or not...
For a moment, his movements became quite stiff. Carefully placing Little An on the ground, after circling around several times and observing closely, he tentatively asked:
"Are you Little An?"
"Huh?"
Little An looked confused, and soon, as if understanding something, a layer of mist formed in his eyes: "Brother Ji Jue, are you doubting me?"
"Ahem, after all..." Ji Jue replied awkwardly, "There was an incident before, right?"
"Don't worry, Brother Ji Jue!"
Little An promised firmly, his fingertips filled with Sword Qi, unapologetically: "I will protect you! With me here, no one can hurt you, even if it's sister!"
At this moment, seeing that pure Sword Qi, Ji Jue let out a sigh of relief, but still felt a bit scared.
