Watching Lin Zifeng and the others board the helicopter, Zhuoma Lasuo felt very upset. She had only known him for less than a day, and now her hero was leaving.
Moreover, she had previously mistaken him for an evil church envoy, which made Zhuoma Lasuo feel very guilty.
"Hero, if you have the chance, would you come back?"
Just before getting on the helicopter, Zhuoma Lasuo reluctantly held Lin Zifeng's wrist.
Clearly, a few hours ago, Lin Zifeng's actions—squeezing her chest—made Zhuoma Lasuo's face flush with redness.
"Wild girl, when I have the opportunity, I will definitely come back." Lin Zifeng stepped forward and pinched her face. Zhuoma Lasuo did not refuse, lowered her head, and felt a bit embarrassed again. The surrounding elders of the Wumo Holy Land witnessed the scene, smiling but not daring to say a word.
