"Damn it." Lin Mu was furious, crouched down, grabbed at random, and unexpectedly picked up a water ball, swiftly throwing it out. One was in the pool and the other at the edge, but the distance wasn't far. The Ghost King was shocked but couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the chest by the water ball, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood before flying backward without a doubt.
One strike and flee a thousand miles. Although it had been a long time since he followed this ancient assassin's creed, it didn't prevent the Ghost King from using his skills to grease his heels. Seeing the opponent's freakish level, far beyond his imagination, he didn't hesitate, barely concentrating, then turned to leap away, disappearing from everyone's sight in just a few jumps.
"Lin Mu, are you okay?"
Back at the shore, the two women quickly came forward, helping the hopping-on-one-leg Lin Mu to the resting chair.
"It's fine, just a small injury, uh, Feifei don't move, there's poison on top."
