Coming Close
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Xue Yucheng still thought Han Sen was joking, but seeing him walk forward unrelentingly, he quickly followed after him.
"What are you thinking, man?" Xue Yucheng's face was looking grimmer by the second. He was now writhing in his disbelief, which made him bleed even more.
"I am going to take the shelter. Didn't I already tell you that?" Han Sen said.
"Did the Xue family really ask you to come here?" Xue Yucheng was looking confused now.
One man, accompanied by a little fox and a baby for backup, was going to waltz up and attempt to conquer a heavily-fortified castle. He thought Han Sen must have had a death wish, or at least an ardent desire to feel the insides of a creature's stomach.
This was a king class shelter, so it seemed unfathomable for a young man to so simply proclaim he was "going to take it."