Luna Sutton not only didn't get down, but she even twisted her body on purpose, found a more comfortable position, and sat down, drawling, "I'm not getting off."
She suddenly thought of something, and looked at Corbin Crowley—now in his beast form—with a half-smile: "What? Are you scared? Afraid I'll mess things up if I go? Or afraid you can't protect me?"
Corbin's face instantly twisted in anger—when had he ever been afraid?
This damned fat chick, how dare she look down on him.
Furious to the point of laughing, he turned his head to look at her, replying with a cold sneer, "Since you want to come along so badly, suit yourself. But if you run into danger, don't blame me for not warning you."
After speaking, he stopped wasting words, launched with all four limbs, carrying her on his back like an arrow straight from the bow, vanishing swiftly into the night.
The beastmen on the square watched this scene in disbelief, exchanging glances, shock written all over their faces.
