Zheng Fan turned his head to look at A Ming.
A Ming pulled out a handkerchief, silently wiped the corner of his mouth, and said, "I've been drinking too much blood recently; I feel bloated."
At this moment, Fanli's voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Fan's mind: I think that's not a knight, but actually Supreme Treasure.
Only then did Zheng Fan realize that the blind man's mind-link was still active.
A Ming could no longer hold back. Since he'd been found out, he simply squatted down, clutching his stomach, and laughed so hard it ached.
"..." Zheng Fan said.
...
The wolf cub was busy running back and forth, delivering arrows. Despite his small arms and legs, he possessed considerable strength and didn't appear tired from the strenuous task.
The sword boy sat silently to the side, watching.
Finally, he could no longer hold it in and asked, "Aren't you tired?"
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the wolf cub replied, "We're at war!"
