Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3287: A Sunshine Type Flower Boy

Seeing Crossbow Lar like this, Ning Shu didn’t even know what to say. When she saw the mangled flesh on his back, she poured restorative fluid on it.

Crossbow Lar smiled. “It’s fine. I’m a weapon, after all. You’re flesh and blood—you can’t withstand this kind of damage.”

Ning Shu couldn’t help saying, “Don’t be so stupid next time. Weapons can die too.”

Crossbow Lar didn’t respond.

Ning Shu climbed back up to her feet, completely drained. Her knuckles were bloody—wounds from taking on the formation head-on. But at least the formation was destroyed.

“Ahhh…” Le Qing roared. “I hate—I hate!”

His body was shrouded in black smoke. Under the sunlight, the smoke slowly retracted into his body, revealing a sunny-looking young man in casual clothes.

He had short hair and looked like a sunshine type flower boy.

But Le Qing was in a soul state—he had no physical body.

Ning Shu blurted out, “Are you two in a older sis-younger brother relationship?”

Mei Ziqing who was puking blood: …

Just in terms of vibe, Mei Ziqing felt more mature than Le Qing. Definitely an older sis-younger brother dynamic.

Mei Ziqing coughed up a mouthful of blood. The ropes around her tightened even more, making her feel unbearable pain.

She looked at Le Qing, enduring it. “Le Qing, wake up. You can’t control this power—it will corrupt your mind.”

“My affairs are none of your business.” Le Qing looked at Ning Shu, eyes blood-red and filled with wicked energy. “I have no problem with you wanting to save the world, but you shouldn’t be stepping on Mei Ziqing and me to climb up.

“You’re doing all this just to flaunt your righteousness and virtue.”

Ning Shu almost spat blood. She pointed at herself, incredulous. “When did I step on you two to climb up? I must be sick to even bother with your mess.”

She was speechless. Absolutely ridiculous.

As she rolled her eyes, she suddenly saw a person floating in midair—dressed in black, quietly hovering and watching what was going on below, completely silent.

A light breeze fluttered the hem of his windbreaker. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked down at them from above.

He only looked on coldly.

When had he arrived? Had he been watching silently this whole time?

Even when they were risking their lives to break the formation and couldn’t manage it, he hadn’t stepped in.

The others, noticing Ning Shu looking up, also raised their heads. When they saw the school doctor uncle floating midair, Mei Ziqing and Le Qing’s expressions drastically changed.

Mei Ziqing, enduring the pain, moved in front of Le Qing and pleaded with the school doctor uncle, “Le Qing will change. Please, give him a chance. I’m willing to accept any punishment.”

The school doctor uncle floated down—but his feet didn’t touch the ground; he remained suspended.

Ning Shu stepped back a few steps to avoid getting caught in anything.

Le Qing clenched his teeth, yelling like a trapped beast, “What did I do wrong? What right do you have to eliminate me?”

Mei Ziqing, panicked, tried to stop him. “Don’t say any more! Please stop!”

Le Qing shouted, “You’re that scared of him? What gives him the right to be so high and mighty? What gives him the right to eliminate me? I’m not wrong—I did nothing wrong!”

Translator: Kaho