Small heart-racing duel

Whizz! Crack!

Ling Qingyu flinched and glanced instinctively toward the sound. "What's that? Something cracked!"

Tang Ziyi naturally understood what happened and roared, "Get your ass down the slope. Conceal yourself from the horizon!"

She wasn't too worried, but letting someone get shot in front of her, even if the person wouldn't receive any injuries—heck no.

Ling Qingyu shrank, and the moment she moved, the last exposed place witnessed the smack of being hit by a fast projectile. She saw the very grass she leaned on splinter into pieces. "Damn, Ziyi. I really didn't sign up for this, you know. You dragged me here."

Two shots. The enemy sniper dialed in very rapidly and landed quite an accurate shot, though a little far from where Ling Qingyu was prone.

"Yeah, yeah. Stop quibbling. You're alive. With so many safety measures here, I have no idea why you're frightened."