After taking a look at Jian Wushuang, Cui Jing took a deep breath and said, "Those bald donkeys have come back."
"They still dare to come," Sha Qing's gaze was cold. "This time, I'll make them all become nourishment for my sea of knowledge!"
Cui Jing shook his head and covered the wound on his chest with his hand. He seemed to be in extreme pain. "No, Sister. This time, you have to run away."
Sha Qing could tell that there was something wrong with his words. "Why?"
"Big Sister, those bald donkeys have left, but now they are coming back. There are two different monks with them. Those two monks aren't afraid of killing us. They can kill thousands of our brothers with a wave of their hand."
Cui Jing's face was pale. "We can't hold on any longer. I came back to send you a message so that you can leave as soon as possible. Go as far as you can."
