Feng Ling frowned and said solemnly. "I said, get on my back!"
"No. Let me hug it and I can recover a lot of strength," the man whispered hoarsely behind her, and then, when Feng Ling was about to lose her temper, he took a step back in time and let her go.
Feng Ling turned her head abruptly and looked at him with wondering eyes. "Do you have any idea what kind of a situation we are in?! How can you still…"
"No matter what, I am a man. I won't let you carry me. Unless I am dead, I will always protect you," the man said and walked past her with a pale face. Even if he almost fainted due to excessive blood loss, he was still walking.
Feng Ling looked at the black clothes on the man, on which hardly any blood stains could be seen, but the smell of blood spreading in the air still made her frown.
She walked up quickly to help him. "Let me help you walk, okay?"
