"Immortal… Immortal!"
Seeing Tang Yi suddenly appear, Ah Wu ran over instantly and dove into Tang Yi's arms.
"Wuu wuu wuu…"
"My father! My mother! They… they're all dead…"
Ah Wu cried heartbreakingly, wailing and sobbing like a helpless child.
To be precise, at this moment, Ah Wu was indeed a lonely, helpless child.
At the same time, the remaining weak and old of the Wei Martial Tribe also looked toward the suddenly appearing Tang Yi, their faces similarly showing loneliness and helplessness.
They naturally knew that at this moment, only Tang Yi could save them.
Or to be more precise, had it not been for Tang Yi earlier, they might have already been killed by the soldiers who had come to collect food and supplies.
They very much hoped that this time Tang Yi would, like before, lend a helping hand.
