"Are you sure there won't be any problems if we just walk in like this, Tang Mo?"
Duoyang's feet had already carried him into the forest behind Tang Mo, but he was still worried sick. His eyes darted around, terrified that danger would suddenly appear.
"Aren't you holding a bear cub? Relax, it'll be fine," Tang Mo said reassuringly, without turning her head.
'Holding this cub will probably just get me killed faster,' Duoyang thought to himself.
Of course, he didn't dare say that to Tang Mo. He could only hug the bear cub in his arms tighter and tread more carefully.
The forest wasn't massive, but it wasn't small, either. Tang Mo remembered where Lin Yu was, and the Bear Clan was surely waiting there for her to bring the "interest" and ransom him.
When Tang Mo saw Lin Yu again, he was sitting under a large tree, holding and eating a piece of fruit.
He had lost a lot of blood, and although Tang Mo had saved his life, his body was extremely drained of energy.
