Before they could lie down, they were attacked and had no choice but to fight directly.
In the anger of the four men, Yan Yu, who had been running behind the three, suddenly became something wrong.
The originally very pale face, under these past tormenting days, became whiter as if all the blood had been drained from it. The long run makes him breathe with difficulty. He gasped for air with great efforts, but still can't breathe more of it. The pallor of his face was already somewhat green.
"Yan Yu! Are you okay?" Yang Xi slowed down his pace at once and came to the side of Yan Yu to ask.
Yan Yu struggled to shake his head. The beads of sweat are dripping from his forehead, his clear eyes have become a little blurred.
As soon as the others see the state of Yan Yu, they immediately knew it's a big deal.
"Nazhi, help me carry my things. Little Yu is sick again. I'm going to carry him." Yang Xi hurriedly throw his sword and shield to the side of Tang Nazhi, he then carried Yan Yu on his back and continue to run.
Yan Yu's head leaned on the shoulder of Yang Xi. The latter could clearly hear his shortness of breath, as if the sound would stop in a second.
"Damn it!" Tang Nazhi looked nervously at Yan Yu who had gradually lost consciousness. His right hand clasped the sword of Yang Xi, then turned to look behind at the group of mad dogs.
"Don't be impulsive. You can't do this now. Did you forget what you promised your father?" Qi Xia see the mood of Tang Nazhi getting more and more wrong. He immediately grabbed Tang Nazhi's hand and pulled him forward. Qi Xia then raised his other hand to shoot three ice blades to block the three arrows coming from the rear of the crowd.
"These bastards, I'll make them look good sooner or later!" Tang Nazhi held the hilt of the sword tightly. He then turned around angrily and continue to move forward. He deliberately ran behind Yang Xi and Yan Yu, relying on the shield to guard them from the attack of magic and arrows.
Qi Xia smiled. But past those smiling eyes is a coldness that will make one shudder upon seeing.
"Sooner or later, we'll let them see. For now, we should take Little Yu to a safe place and let him take a medicine at once. Otherwise…"
Qi Xia didn't go on, but Yang Xi and Tang Nazhi are fully aware of what would be his next words.
In fact, the four of them had already met each other at the age of 10. But at the beginning of their meeting, they were all mutually hostile to each other because of the contradictions between their clans. However, Qi Xia broke this situation one day, and fit the four of them together.
Having known each other for six or seven years, they already knew almost everything about their matters.
They all know, as a member of the White Tiger Clan, Yan Yu's body has a problem since birth. For more than a decade, White Tiger Clan has done everything to find a way to cure him, but in the end, they achieve nothing. They can only rely on a variety of precious potions to prolong his life.
If it's not because he is a part of the strong White Tiger Clan, they're afraid that Yan Yu had long been dead.
That's why the face of Yan Yu is originally paler compare to others.
But now, due to the long-time fatigue, Yan Yu's illness had attacked once again. They, who have witnessed the onset of Yan Yu's illness are of course unwilling to watch his current condition.
The road ahead of them is unclear. Being chased by a group of students, the situation of the four youths can be said to be bad to the extreme.
"Hey! You people are done! We've got an injured person here, do you still want to continue?" Tang Nazhi shouted towards the group behind.