'Fuck…'
Xi Feng fell freely to the ground. He closed his eyes, knowing that he might break one or two ribs after the collision.
"Got you!"
Yang Zhang quickly swung to catch Xi Feng's wrist, and they continued swinging around.
Xi Feng opened his eyes slowly. He looked up and saw Brother Zhang grabbing his wrist with the help of Little Ivy's vine to connect their hands together.
"Brother Zhang…"
"Don't worry, Xi Feng, you're safe!" Yang Zhang yelled. Xi Feng nodded weakly. His blood went cold before, thinking he would die soon because he lost his tempo.
Yang Zhang realized that XI Feng was unresponsive. He looked down to check at Xi Feng and saw the pale-faced young man, "Xi Feng, get ahold of yourself! You're not dead yet!"
"Muu! Muudan!" Mudan was worried because her Big brother was too shocked to react. She hugged her big brother tightly, and the flowers around her body started spreading a spicy scent that woke Xi Feng instantly as he inhaled the scent.
