Finally, Long Qie and Titan, feeling completely relaxed, put down Mo Qingyun, twisted their necks, stretched their muscles, and vented all their fiery energy.
Mo Qingyun, using every trick he had, struggled to get up, now humiliated and injured all over, looking like a maiden who had been taken advantage of, unable to close his legs, forming a character-eight shape.
He glared viciously at the two culprits, then glanced up at Xiao Zheng before limping towards the exit without saying a word.
Xiao Zheng picked up the fine steel war spear and, with a "whoosh", shot it towards him, the wind howling as it flew.
"Little guy, a hunter without a gun gets eaten by a black bear."
"Holy shit."
Caught off guard, Mo Qingyun was knocked down again, face-planting into the mud and even knocking out a tooth, his mouth filling with blood.
Knowing he couldn't stay here any longer, he hurriedly scrambled up, running like a startled rabbit, his panic evident.
"You three just wait... I'll be back."
