Static crackled through the walkie-talkie, followed by Yu Wenxuan's somewhat eerie voice: "Ling Mo... don't die, okay?"
He's always been all laughs and jokes, never serious, speaking and acting on his own whims, even with a hint of insanity.
But this sentence, it was different from his usual tone. It had a touch... of concern.
Ling Mo was slightly startled, then chuckled dryly: "I'm not used to you being like this! Alright, bring it on!"
"Catch this then!" Yu Wenxuan roared, and right after, Ling Mo heard a whooshing screech followed by a blast of heat hitting his face.
From within the flames, a human shadow was ejected, "Bang!" it hit the wall, utilizing the recoil to abruptly change direction while moving at high speed: "Ling, here's the old granny you pre-ordered!"
"Pre-order your sister! And here I thought you were actually decent for a second, but that was clearly just my imagination..."
