Bai Junjun had carried too many missions and pressures since childhood, walking every step with great caution. She had never indulged herself like Li Wenli, nor had she ever been as reckless as today.
Thinking back on how she had followed the Fox and jumped into the lava, had the Fox miscalculated, they would have been finished.
At this moment, Li Wenli was undoubtedly the unbridled Mad Fox of The Apocalypse.
He laughed freely and heartily.
Thinking of the dangerous experiences they had just undergone, wasn't it worth celebrating?
At this thought, Bai Junjun's face finally lit up with a smile.
Li Wenli, having laughed enough, started to take stock of himself, threw away his boots, and tore off the singed cloth remaining on his back to wrap around his feet—now considered a shoe.
After sorting all this out, Li Wenli turned to look at Bai Junjun, "Let's go."
"Wait," Bai Junjun called out to stop the ever-ready Li Wenli.
"The Space problem is sorted out too, right?"