Motan, who was also in the know, didn't humble himself excessively; he simply changed the subject: "But if we encounter this situation again, try to give me a heads up. I thought I was dreaming when I saw you rush out."
"Oh?"
Xiaoge blinked, her lips curving slightly: "A sweet dream or a nightmare?"
"A spring dream."
Wang Badan muttered, struggling.
The next second, Motan charged in a curve to Wang Badan's side, stepped on his chin, and forcefully pried open his broken mouth while Xiaoge opportunely took out some two jin of indescribable cooking ingredients from her bag and stuffed them in.
Then, Wang Badan's health bar (visible in Motan's character panel) visibly plummeted from 89% to 25%, followed by violent trembling. The turtle then flipped over on the spot, twitched twice, and stopped moving.
"He's truly knocked out now."
Motan, who could directly monitor Wang Badan's status, clapped his hands nonchalantly and gave Xiaoge a slight nod.
"We'll continue once he wakes up."
