It's Okay, Nian'er

"Wha—" The mummy minister was not even given a chance to react when Lang Zhenya suddenly tackled and pinned him to the ground. "What impudence! Y–You… how dare you— hand it back to me!" His protest went unheeded as Lang Zhenya forcefully seized his blade and tossed it toward Jiang Shun.

"Nice, Zhenya!" Jiang Shun caught the blade in midair and sprinted straight toward the throne. "Hold him back until I'm done. Xinxin, deal with the mummy soldiers!"

"Mnhhh!" Xinxin swore his soul was leaving his body when he looked at a horde of frenzied mummies charging toward him. His legs felt weak, and his vision darkened for a split second. Putting aside the bandages around his face, he could not even break free from his ropes! How could they expect him to fight this way?! He wanted to cry but had no tears.