Bu Xingyi's eyes were full of joy. He had thought that he was about to die and was stunned to suddenly encounter Mo Wen on such a large island.
A strange expression was on Mo Wen's face. He had not expected to encounter Bu Xingyi, and certainly not in such a situation as the one he was clearly in right now.
"Little Bu, what's going on with you? You don't look so good." The corners of Mo Wen's mouth curled up playfully.
"You… Mo Wen, there is a Beast King chasing behind me." There was anger in Bu Xingyi's eyes. Despite the danger he was in, Mo Wen was ridiculing him. But in his current situation, he did not dare to say anything despite his anger. If Mo Wen did not save him, he would most likely die at the hands of the pursuing Beast King.
