"Little brother!"
Seeing Ye Xuan suddenly spitting blood, Lou Yaoyao's face changed drastically, her voice filled with shock and worry.
Ye Xuan forced a smile, suppressed the turbulent blood within him, sheathed the Dragon Blood Sword, and returned to Lou Yaoyao's side. Without speaking, he carried her on his back once again.
"This place is not safe to stay for long. We need to leave immediately." As he spoke, Ye Xuan was already carrying Lou Yaoyao, heading back toward the Li Gate passage.
While Lou Yaoyao lay on Ye Xuan's broad back, her beautiful eyes shimmered, a tenderness and gratitude that her companion couldn't see emerged.
She knew well that on this trip, she was a burden to Ye Xuan.
If it weren't for her, the mere Cang Dinghe would not have injured Ye Xuan. Unfortunately, in reality, there's no "if." Ye Xuan, whose strength was mostly spent, fought fiercely with the Cang Dinghe. Although he won decisively, he was still injured.
Both internal and external injuries.
