"Sister Meng Qing, is there still something on my hands?" On the Ancient Road through the stars, Lu Diewu had lost count of how many times she had asked Meng Qing this.
Lin Hao, who was walking ahead, paused, a dark look crossing his face.
A short while ago, Lin Hao had made the three women deal with two men. Although it had ended in their victory, they had spent the time since washing their hands over and over again.
This was especially true for Meng Qing and Lu Diewu. It was their first time killing someone. They hadn't felt much at the time, but as soon as the battle was over, a feeling of discomfort washed over their entire bodies.
"How's your recovery coming along?" Before Meng Qing could answer, Lin Hao turned and asked them.
"Brother Hao, are there more enemies?" Meng Ru's eyes widened, a flash of excitement in her beautiful gaze.
Compared to Meng Qing and Lu Diewu, Meng Ru was clearly adapting much more easily.
