"In short, Yee Yi and I cannot be separated."
Seeing Ling Feng's surprised eyes, Mu Qianxue gently bit her lip, unsure of how to explain.
Ling Feng rubbed his nose and then understood. No wonder he rarely saw Mu Qianxue using any weapons; it turned out her weapon was the little black cat in her arms.
Curiosity stirred in Ling Feng's heart. Where exactly was Mu Qianxue from to possess such a miraculous Accompanying Spirit Beast?
"Brother Ling, I will give it my all in this match," Mu Qianxue's eyes flashed with determination. "Because I promised to protect you, just as you once protected me! I know you have a bet with Yaan Jinghong, so I won't let you lose, never!"
"We will not lose!"
Ling Feng looked deeply at Mu Qianxue, feeling a silent sense of gratitude in his heart.
Time passed steadily, and yet, usually punctual Lee Bufan was already a full 15 minutes late today.
