The liquid that flowed out of the corner of his eyes was not known if it was tears or rain.
He grinned and laughed with the joy of surviving a disaster.
"Haha, I thought I was dead for a second just now." Below the slope, not far away, there was another empty space.
Wen Muchu carried him up the stairs. If he wasn't careful, his hands or feet might slip and the two of them would fall into the unknown abyss.
Shao Qingfeng's wound couldn't be delayed any longer. Wen Muchu had been carrying Shao Qingfeng all the way from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.
In the process, he almost slipped and fell countless times.
However, his hands that were holding Shao Qingfeng were still steady.
For the first time, Shao Qingfeng felt a sense of security that he had never felt before.
