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In some nameless wilderness.
Fang Helling, the demon-hearted, stood leaning against a thorny tree, silently wiping his dagger, paying no mind to the wound on his body.
Li Shou was sitting cross-legged on the grass, grimacing as he bandaged one hand with the other.
Not far from him, Zheng Fat lay on his back, his body a blurred mess of blood, gasping for breath.
After lying for a while, he turned his head and saw Yanzi and Liang Jiu sitting side by side on a small slope, hand in hand, and couldn't help but spit out blood-tinged spit, "Damn, bringing a pretty boy in times like these!"
Li Shou bared his teeth, replying acidly, "Running fast is amazing, huh?"
"Ha," Yanzi scoffed coldly, "You wouldn't understand the pleasures of a pretty boy."
Compared to the others, she was unscathed.
Liang Jiu, who was holding hands with her, was also remarkably untroubled. Escaping the pursuit led by Yanzi, he didn't even have a scratch—fortuitous indeed.
