Huanhuan helped Xue Ling leave the camp and walked in the direction of the rock mountain.
When they came, Xue Ling had carried Huanhuan and flown over. It was fast and convenient, but at this moment, they could only walk back with their legs. The journey immediately became difficult and long.
Xue Ling gritted his teeth and tried his best not to put all his weight on Huanhuan.
But her scent was even more lethal than the aphrodisiac. It kept entering his nose and tightening his throat.
Seeing that his face was pale, Huanhuan quickly said, "Bear with it. You'll be home soon."
But Xue Ling said, "I won't last until I get back."
"Huh?"
Xue Ling's big hands tightened around her waist. His voice was hoarse and low. "I feel terrible. My body feels like it's burning."
Huanhuan quickly took out a water pouch from her space. "Have some water."
Xue Ling stared into her eyes. "I don't want water."
"Then what do you want?"
