"Xiao Qing——!"
"Boss!"
"Sister An!"
"Master!"
One earth-shattering roar after another, shadows rushed towards An Yiqing one after the other. Xia Hau spread his wings and soared into the sky, catching An Yiqing in his arms.
"Xiao Qing! Xiao Qing! Wake up!"
He hugged An Yiqing and descended to the ground, anxiously calling out. Fatty Mao Er and others stumbled and rushed forward, followed closely by the Thirteen Blood Generals and Blood Guard Army.
"Miss! Miss, wake up!"
"Miss, don't scare me! Open your eyes and look at me!"
A group of grown men suddenly had red eyes; the grave injuries hadn't made them cry, but now they couldn't help but want to wail. Xia Hau held An Yiqing, trembling as he reached out to probe her pulse. Everyone held their breath, staring at that hand without moving.
Xia Hau placed his hand on her pulse, feeling for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes.
Everyone's hearts sank, Fatty Mao Er's vision darkened, almost fainting.
