If there had been any chance for them to react before, this time, there was simply no opportunity for any reaction at all. In just the blink of an eye, although Lianwu was still holding Xiao Xue in his arms, Su Yu and Han Jing had already disappeared.
"Damn it!" Lianwu cursed under his breath, disregarding everything else as he quickly cut Xiao Xue's arm, letting her blood seep out. Xiao Xue's vision cleared, and as she saw Lianwu holding her, she burst into tears.
"Wah—Brother Lianwu, I was scared to death. I just saw a lot of people die, blood everywhere, my parents', An'an's mother's, grandmother's, grandfather's, and Uncle Yun Feng's...wah, I was really scared to death." Xiao Xue tightened her grip around Lianwu's neck; just now, she really saw herself standing alone in a pile of blood, with blood everywhere...
Lianwu gently patted Xiao Xue, speaking softly, "It's okay, be good, it's all okay, they were all fake."
