In the brief moment when the newcomer's voice had yet to fade, it seemed like everything happened at the same time.
Wushi Fan was the first to act.
After landing her footsteps, she suddenly bent her knees, shrinking her height by almost half. Taking advantage of the moment Lin Sanjiu was about to release her grip on her shoulder, Wushi Fan tried to slip out from Lin Sanjiu's right hand with the metal gauntlet. Lin Sanjiu reacted quickly, immediately bending slightly, and her arm followed Wushi Fan's shoulder like a snake, with her fingers still firmly pinching into the girl's clothes and skin.
Wushi Fan remained silent, and with the hand that wasn't caught, she struck towards Lin Sanjiu's face, holding another steel reaper. Ironically, Lin Sanjiu had scared this child several times, trying to reap her corneas, but ended up almost getting her own eyes touched.
Due to her missing arm, Lin Sanjiu had to let go of Wushi Fan's shoulder, and she raised her arm to block the reaper. Wushi Fan didn't expect to take Lin Sanjiu's corneas so easily. This attack was just to create an opportunity for her escape. She quickly turned and charged towards the nearby wall.
Ya Jiang's [Common Comedy Tropes] finally worked at this moment. Right before Wushi Fan was about to collide with the wall, Higher Consciousness wrapped around her like a wave and caught her at the last moment, forming a thin layer on the wall. There was a clear 'thud' as Wushi Fan's head hit the wall, and she staggered back a few steps before sitting down due to the comedic effect. For a posthuman like her, this entire process was almost unbelievable. She couldn't help but mutter, "What's going on?"
A light golden silk dress smoothly fell from the top of the wall, revealing two bare legs that entered their line of sight. As the newcomer gracefully jumped down, Lin Sanjiu, who had firmly subdued Wushi Fan again, Ya Jiang, and even Wushi Fan herself were all stunned for a few seconds.
"Ah!" Ya Jiang looked as if he had just been slapped by beauty. "I never expected that in my lifetime, I would see such a beautiful woman."
This kind of remark shouldn't be said to someone's face, but Ya Jiang had a way of saying things that made it seem like he was just watching TV on the spot: a viewer commenting on an actress, and it didn't seem inappropriate.
"There are not many people who are so frank," the newcomer said, smiling slightly, tucking her long hair behind her shoulder. The gentle waves bounced lightly as if they were several small kisses on her bare skin. The dazzling white diamonds and sapphire-blue gems embedded in the gold jewelry appeared like the colorful reflections of sunlight in a dream. Even the golden jewelry seemed to be melted by its owner's radiance, and the scattered golden light fell like dewdrops on her slender arms.
She looked like a female celebrity ready to attend an award ceremony but just stopped to take a look at the doomsday. The only flaw was that she was missing her right foot, along with a portion above her ankle. She had to rely on a finely carved silver-white cane. Looking at the smooth and neat wound, it seemed that she had stepped into the lava and it was sealed when she entered the hospital.
She glanced around, quickly identifying who was the one making decisions. Extending her hand to Lin Sanjiu, she said, "Hello, I am Gardenia Mori. I don't like my surname, so just call me Gardenia."
Seemingly someone who did things her way and followed her heart.
Lin Sanjiu glanced at the hand extended to her and took a step back, indicating with her chin the child she was holding. "My hands are full."
As she only had one arm, Ya Jiang also helped out. He held the back of Wushi Fan's neck, and he tightly gripped her hands behind her. The little girl kicked her legs backward with force, but it only made her face turn red and out of breath; it didn't achieve any other effect.

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Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 10: Lava [Complete]
Ficção CientíficaWhat is Lava? Lin Sanjiu has no idea either. - A translation of N. Heller's Chinese novel.