Lu Mengyao's eyebrows twitched, her voice raised considerably, "Liu Mang, what did you just say?"
Liu Mang chuckled dryly, "Nothing much, wife, you don't need to keep giving me that look. And stop calling me Liu Mang, call me husband."
At the mention of the word husband, Lu Mengyao put aside the matter about the Nanyang girl for the time being, coquettishly rolled her eyes at Liu Mang, to call him that in front of so many people would be too embarrassing; she wouldn't do it.
The Nanyang girl nudged the man, but there was no response. She looked at Liu Mang with wide eyes, "Why hasn't he woken up yet?"
"His body is too weak, it's better to let him sleep more. You should carry him and leave this jungle quickly."
The girl said, "We can't go, if it wasn't for bumping into you, we would have been eaten by those bizarre monkeys with human faces. If we leave, I'm afraid we won't live to see the night. Please, have mercy, take us in. We are Sorcerers; we can be of help to you."
