Panting heavily.
In a flurry of hurried breaths, Little Zhiyo carried the injured Long Baobao, swiftly darting through the dry reed marshes.
Little Zhiyo's thoughts were a mess.
It was tormented by thoughts of the dangers Little Wuya might be facing, as if its heart was being cut with a knife.
But on the other hand, its reason was telling it to find its boss quickly.
Only the boss could save Little Wuya.
On its back, a wet patch.
Little Zhiyo didn't need to look back to guess that it was Long Baobao's blood.
The wound on Long Baobao's arm was very severe.
As it ran, upon arriving at the Phoenix Feather Boat's hiding place, Little Zhiyo suddenly stopped.
The Phoenix Feather Boat had long been shattered, destroyed.
That old guy, Long Sixuan.
Little Zhiyo's eyes turned blood red with anger.
"Little Zhiyo, don't worry about me anymore, Long Sixuan is after me, put me down," said Long Baobao, whose face had lost much color and from whose fingertips blood was dripping.
