Zhang Mu Tuo took Zhang Xuan'er's hand and knelt down in front of Bu Wenle's bed.
Bu Wenle was startled and asked, "Tuo'er, who are you?"
"Wenle, our Shenmu tribe couldn't protect you? If we hadn't insisted on keeping you in the clan, you wouldn't have been in such trouble." After Zhang Mu Tuo saying these words in sad tones, he gave Bu Wenle several hard knocks on the head.
Bu Wenji quickly recovered himself and struggled to stand up before pulling Zhang Mu Tuo and his wife up.
"It's not your fault. If you want to hate something, then you can hate the arrogance of the demons." After Bu Wenle pulled up Zhang Mu Tuo and his wife, he looked at Shen Lingxue again.
He saw that Shen Lingxue's face was still very pale, as if she had just fallen seriously ill.
"Xue'er, how is your body? Why is your face so bad?"
After hearing this, the three of them all turned their eyes away, not daring to look directly at Bu Wenle's face.
