“Wait for me here, I am going!” Jing nervously looked at Chang wheezing. She didn’t to want waste even a second; she wiped away her tears and ran south hastily.
And Chang continued to stay on the ground feeling the pain.
After Jing left, his body calmed from the state of convulsing in a few minutes. His breathing was still rapid, the blood taste in his throat didn’t go away at all and his breathing began to smell bad as well.
He took a quick glance at the dead bullfrog and murmured to himself sarcastically, “This is the third time I have asked him to come save me these days.”
The first time was in the sewer, where he lived through the fear of uncertainty and death. And this time, he became immobile and his skin was burnt off. In total, he succeeded four times and was endangered twice; this was how risky hunting was.
