He was quietly resting beside the man, occasionally looking up at him.
When he felt that the man's breathing was becoming more and more stable, his heart finally relaxed.
After a long time, the man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and smiled faintly. Chen 'er, I'm a little thirsty. Can you get me some water? "
bai xiaochen hurriedly nodded his head, and with a whoosh, he ran madly towards the river not far away.
It was only because he was in a hurry that he had forgotten that for a strong cultivator, not eating or drinking for decades was no problem. As the king of the demon Realm, how could di Cang be thirsty?
Just after his figure disappeared, di Cang's face was stained with a touch of red. In the end, he could not control himself and spat out a mouthful of blood, making his face even paler.
