"You're planning on eating it to handle lava?" Bai Junjun was incredulous. This person must be fantastically imaginative—far too bold.
"If eating its flower allows one to handle fire, then extracting its essence to swim in lava doesn't seem too far-fetched, right?"
"That's just what the ancient texts record. What if the records are wrong?"
"Worst case, you lose an ally," Li Wenli said with a cheerful grin.
"???" Bai Junjun's mind was filled with doubts. She realized this guy really wasn't afraid of death.
How could he get more excited the more dangerous the situation became?
Was this the warmongering gene at work?
"Don't worry, I don't think I'll die," Li Wenli said, then ruffled Bai Junjun's hair again.
Her already dry hair was instantly tousled into a mess, and Bai Junjun brushed his hand away with displeasure.
"Get lost."
Watching the young mistress's fur bristle, Li Wenli got up in great spirits.