"I have read in books and seen on TV that protagonists always use their blood to activate something," Shenlian Yingyue said enthusiastically, ignoring the pain on her forehead.
"Still, you could have cut your finger instead of banging your head like that," Shenlian Yinzhu said helplessly. He took out a handkerchief, intending to wipe the blood off, but she shook her head.
"Wait, brother. Don't wipe it yet. Since it's already bleeding, let it bleed," she insisted, beating her chest confidently. "Besides, don't make that expression. I'm fine. My head is quite hard and strong, just like my physical body."
Shenlian Yinzhu turned his gaze toward the giant door, and at that moment, his lips twitched uncontrollably. He noticed that the supposedly indestructible door had cracked slightly.
Wait, no…
Before either of them could react, he grabbed her into his arms and flew backward, distancing them from the door—just as it suddenly collapsed.
Shenlian Yingyue: "….."
