Zhao Zhan instinctively rolled to the ground and Fang Tianliu ran over to him.
"Fang Tianliu, let's go."
The horse was leashed at the entrance of the clinic.
Zhao Zhan pushed Fang Tianliu out and kicked the two men who had just attacked him.
"Zhao Zhan, something dropped on the ground."
Zhao Zhan didn't have time to look at what was on the ground. He picked it up, put it in his arms, and mounted his horse.
After leaving the town, the two of them avoided the main road and chose a small path.
"Zhao Zhan, did you manage to buy some dry food in town just now?"
After riding the horse for a long distance, Fang Tianliu rubbed his stomach and lay on the horse's back. "I can't hang on anymore."
