"You're the idiot, not me, the doctor said I'm completely normal," Li Changzhou pushed his sister away.
He then asked, "Did either of you get hurt?"
"A bit anemic, you'll have to trouble yourself when we get back," Yang Qinglan said.
Li Changzhou looked at Li Qianxia, and before he could say "So, I have to carry two people?", Li Qianxia smirked triumphantly and pulled out a red bull's horn.
The horn melted, a blood-red liquid spreading over her entire body, finally solidifying into an oozing metallic armor.
Bright red, exceedingly ornate, and majestic, it exuded an indescribable sense of bloodlust.
"With this, and my speed, the world is mine," she declared.
"Don't be like your brother," Yang Qinglan said flatly.
At this point, Li Changzhou didn't have time to deal with her; he pinched Li Qianxia's thigh and asked, "What's going on here?"
"Ew! Why are you touching my leg! Pervert!"