"Am I talking about... the temperature issue?"
Ah Qing shrank her neck, trying to compress her body to avoid stray bullets, and rolled her eyes.
Ah Qing saw the scenes of the little fox at work, heading to military areas for meetings, negotiating with Spirit Beasts, quelling troublesome Spirit Beasts in the city, and attending classes.
But!
Now it was a whole new experience, as the crab-eating macaque opposite picked up old firearms for a sweep, while the monkeys on Qingao Island each found cover for sniping, blasting a fifteen-meter range in one go.
The Security Bureau's logistics support team each released exploding time travel machines to launch air raids on the crab-eating macaques.
If the scene didn't feel right, Ah Qing would have stuffed Xiaolan into her hoodie and sneaked away, fearing an unknown stray bullet might come and blow the little fox's head away.
"No choice, we have to blend in." Ansheng glanced sideways at Ah Qing, smiling:
