Lin Mo's smirk didn't waver as he released Liu Xiaoyu's wrist, crossing his arms with an exaggerated sigh. "Protect you? Xiaoyu, you just punched a divine lightning dragon into sparkles and revealed a physique that's got half the realm drooling. Aren't I the one who needs protection from you?"
Xiaoyu was speechless. But then she stuck her tongue out as her eyes nervously shifted towards the door where the Skystorm Ark's shadow loomed like a celestial guillotine.
"Boss, you don't get it. My family's… intense. Like, 'lock you in an ancestral hall for decades to cultivate' intense. I didn't run away for nothing!"
Lin Mo waved his hand and shrugged, "Alright, I get it. I made a promise to you. I won't let them take you away. Is that enough?"
"N-no! Hide me from them."
"What for? Didn't you tell me back then that your family let you go? Why are you scared now? I bet they're here because of last night."
With that, Xiaoyu could only lower her head. She couldn't refute it, after all.
