No one answered her, she couldn't even answer this kind of question. She just saw the despair in Jiu Yan's eyes. If a person, oh, no, a beast loses the belief to survive, it will definitely die.
There was no way she could just watch Jiu Yan die like that.
"Grandson, my grandson, are you awake?"
The sound blew over like the wind, and dozens of figures rushed toward the bed. Beiting Huang saw all her relatives, friends and teachers around her, as well as her sacred beasts and magical beasts. Among them was a man with red hair and red eyes who was wearing a fiery red brocade robe. He had the most special appearance. This was almost the most outstanding face Beiting Huang had seen after Yan Ye and Ming.
"Jiu Yan, it's good that you're fine!"
