This couldn't be blamed on the Girl in the painting. Daring to come to Jing City, this group of people were clearly not afraid to die. It was just that they hadn't had time to escape when caught. After all, there was still one left.
His face expressionless and without a word, the Girl in the painting touched the medal on her chest nervously, then consciously pulled out a small handkerchief and walked behind him to wipe the water from his head.
The "Oxygen Supply" made a squeaking noise as she rubbed it, but as it was raining from the sky, no matter how much she wiped, it was in vain. Yet she was doing it with gusto, wringing out the soaked handkerchief before continuing.
A love of labor deserved praise.
Xu Huo gave her a piece of candy and told her to go play nearby.
The "World in the Painting" was before his eyes. Xu Huo propped his elbows on his thighs while twisting the cube in his hand, and said to the person in the painting, "Talking this way is inconvenient."