Zhao Yang fixed his gaze in the direction Xia Bing was pointing, and upon seeing what was there, his heart leapt with joy, and he immediately walked over!
At this moment, no one noticed the look of surprise on Xia Bing's face, nor how her body trembled!
There was a deep red patch, where fresh blood had stained the flowers and grass, and that blood flowed from the wound on Xia Feng's arm.
After being hit by the sniper, Xia Feng had been lying there.
Zhao Yang quickly walked over, drawing Xia Feng's attention with him.
Being shielded by Zhao Yang, Xia Feng couldn't see what was happening and couldn't help but blurt out, "What's going on? You're all acting so alarmed?"
"It's like finding what you've searched so hard for without any effort at all!" Zhao Yang exclaimed as he bent down and then stood back up.
When he turned around, he was holding two grasses stained deep red with blood!
Xia Feng was taken aback at the sight and blurted out, "Isn't that the Fengji Grass?"
