The two were locked in a chase, one pursuing, the other fleeing, and two full hours had passed.
Even a man made of iron would be panting by now, and Song Xiaodong was indeed out of breath and sweating profusely.
This was with him having the advantage, swinging through the trees saved him a lot of energy, otherwise, he would've been exhausted long ago.
Yet Qingluan appeared just as she did at the start, leaping from branches, her white dress flowing in the wind like a fairy flying through the forest, exuding an ethereal beauty.
It's a pity she's a harbinger of death, Song Xiaodong had no mind to appreciate it, only thinking of how to escape.
"Take this! A vibrant caterpillar!" Song Xiaodong, swinging in the air, suddenly spotted a colorful caterpillar on the vine he grabbed, quickly snatched it up, and tossed it towards Qingluan.
