"Are you sure?" Yurong Tao could not resist persuading him out of worry. "There are still a lot of people looking for you…"
"Geez, worry about yourself first, silly Little Tao." Belial reached out an arm from the front to knock his forehead gently. Rolling his eyes, he added in a matter-of-fact tone, "Have you forgotten that he's a freaking seraphim? Even a nuclear bomb won't be able to kill him, okay?"
In Belial's eyes, a guy who could still be alive and kicking after being struck by heavenly lightning was impervious to anything under this realm, whether it was a hail of bullets or a sea of knives.
Song Zhuyu had no idea whether to laugh or cry upon hearing that outrageous remark, even more so when Yurong Tao let out an 'ah' with a look of belated understanding. Palming his forehead, Song Zhuyu quipped with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, "I think we have a huge misunderstanding here…"