About ten seconds passed, and there was still no response.
Qian Cangyi no longer continued to ask, but dragged Little Drilling Wind to a relatively safer area.
The wild scene of Fengxia River just now was like a dream, leaving no traces. Perhaps even the villagers of Pusha Village who have lived there for generations have never seen such a scene.
"Shouldn't you wake up now?" Qian Cangyi pinched Little Drilling Wind's nose.
Unfortunately, even so, Little Drilling Wind couldn't wake up from his faint.
With no choice, Qian Cangyi eventually chose to give up. He looked around and found a place for a brief rest. Before the Fengxia River flooded, there was a big stone in that place. Now, the big stone that was usually considered obstructive had become the place where Qian Cangyi and Little Drilling Wind landed.
After placing Little Drilling Wind properly, Qian Cangyi sat down as well.
