In the midst of running, Wang Changxiang suddenly felt his hair stand on end.
His good combat readiness allowed him to quickly form hand seals, preparing to take action at a moment's notice.
Of course, he wasn't about to leave just like that, but instead, he rammed shoulder-first!
He knocked the door off its hinges.
He crashed into the bedroom.
But there was no one else in the bedroom, no villains holding his elder brother hostage as he had imagined.
There was only his elder brother in the room.
At that moment, he was curled up in a ball, shrinking on the bed.
His hands were clasped behind his head, covered in blood, and on them... were a few orange-yellow tufts of fur.
The fur of Little Orange.
Wang Changxiang released the hand seals and rushed to the bedside, supporting him with one hand, "Bro, Bro! What's wrong with you?"
