"Telling me to stand still, but everyone else wants to move me."
Liu Zheng put away his phone and complained.
The countless glances peering through the gaps between old houses and buildings around him were like a coarse sweater, scratching his sensitive and dry skin.
Perhaps uncertain about his intentions, or maybe fearing the San Huamao at his side, those gazes weren't too brazen.
"Thankfully, I brought you along."
Liu Zheng scratched San Huamao's ear and said.
Otherwise, even if nothing happened in the standoff between the Writer Association president and the Peacock, I'd probably be using a courier sheet now.
No choice, since the Legendary Armor has already lost its effectiveness, his power has plummeted to its lowest point.
"No problem, meow, Salmon will protect Liu Zheng, meow."
San Huamao proudly said, lifting its little kitten head.
But the blood oozing from its nostrils and mouth made its words less convincing.
Of course, it's just appearance.
