Creak creak...
Qingfeng gritted his teeth, enduring extreme discomfort. He looked at Sun Wukong again and again, and finally revealed a ferocious smile, saying, "I appreciate Brother Sun Wukong's concern, but Qingfeng is fine."
Without waiting for Sun Wukong to speak, he hurriedly took Mingyue and left the hall, running faster than a rabbit.
"Ah... What... Why did he run off? Could it be that he soiled his pants?"
Sun Wukong murmured, puzzled.
Thud!
Qingfeng stumbled, tripping over his left foot with his right, and nearly fell in an ungainly heap.
"Brother!"
Mingyue was alarmed and quickly steadied Qingfeng.
Seeing blood spill from the corner of his mouth, Mingyue gave a look of shock and, seeing that he was trying to get up, promptly extended a hand, pressing down firmly, and half dragged him out of the main hall.
"Haha, this Qingfeng is quite amusing, to actually be in such a state," the old turtle chuckled lightly.
