"Don't speak, step back!" Wu Xiuluo gave a low shout, then gently pushed Ning Wenbin back a bit. It was really just a gentle push, but Ning Wenbin collided with the wall with a "bang," causing him to cry out in pain.
"Did you have to do that..." Ning Wenbin rubbed his backside, looking utterly miserable.
Yet Wu Xiuluo didn't reply to him at all, just formed a seal with her hands and pushed upwards. A beam of golden light shot out from her handprint, hitting the smoke in mid-air directly. The black fog that came into contact with the golden light began to dissolve like butter meeting red-hot steel.
Ning Wenbin, who was watching from behind, was completely dumbfounded. He even forgot to remove his hand from his backside, maintaining a rather obscene and comical posture.
Seconds later, he shivered all over, stammering, "Xiu... Xiuluo, that light must be from a flashlight, right..."
