After the big tree fell, Liang Yixuan was left dizzy and disoriented from the fall. He had landed on his back, and it felt as though all his organs had shifted. His blood and Qi churned within him until suddenly, a tickle in his throat led him to clutch his chest, roll over, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The trail of blood flowing down from the corner of his lips made his already pale, handsome face look even more fragile.
Shujun came running furiously. He glanced at Yixuan with a frown and tossed over a kitchen knife, "Watch out for yourself!"
Could it be Third Brother?
Yixuan looked up towards Shujun, only to see Third Brother already charging towards the black bear, axe in hand.
"You beast, courting death!"
Although normally graceful and charming, in this moment, he was utterly ferocious.
Shujun and the black bear were locked in combat. The bear, freshly awoken from hibernation, was at its most ferocious, hungry after a season's fast and even more irritable than usual.
