"Laughing, laughing, you still have the nerve to laugh?"
Qin Chuan had swallowed a bellyful of frustration and when he spoke, his shining white teeth stood out starkly against his dark skin, "If it weren't for protecting you, would I have ended up in such a sorry state?"
In fact, he could have gathered more Protective Gang Qi to shield both of them, but given the urgency of the situation, there was no time to think. So, after ensuring Eldest Miss Su was safe, he had taken the brunt of the explosion with his body.
Although he was not a Body Cultivator and wasn't a fat man who could take a beating, he had surpassed the realm of Martial Artists, becoming a Cultivator!
Even though he had withstood the impact of the explosion, his skin still felt scorching and painful as if sprinkled with chili powder.
"I... I wasn't laughing!" Su Mo'en stifled her laugh, "It's just a bit hard to hold back, you... you wouldn't mind, right?"
"Hehe... ha..."