As the last word of that sentence fell, a pale blue shadow emerged from the dragon scales on Leon Luo's chest. The shadow was incomplete, with only John Han's head and shoulders emerging, not too close to Leon Luo, and in the dimly lit cave, it looked as if they were leaning against each other.
As John Han's shadow popped out almost instantly, the excruciating pain in Leon Luo's body gradually faded away, as if soothed by cool running water, until it was almost gone.
"Qianling..." Leon Luo sighed softly.
In the crisis just now, even the jade pendant given to him by Zhen Shuangliu did not move. Unexpectedly, the dragon scales that John Han plucked as if "casually" reacted first.
How much thought had he put into this possible thrilling moment without even knowing it?
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