Xiahou Yong was naturally optimistic, even knowing that death was inevitable today, he didn't want his sister to feel guilty. Gritting his teeth in pain, he comforted her, "It's okay, Qingqing, it's just losing my left eye. Listen to me, follow the Captain and leave. When you get stronger in the future, kill a few nests of Golden Tigers and avenge us!"
Hearing her brother say this, Xiahou Qingqing felt even more miserable.
In fact, she wasn't a member of Jiang Shouping's Hunting Team. She had recently made some progress in cultivation and heard that the Hunting Team at Baisong Camp was being bullied by people from Great Xia, so she volunteered to come.
Jiang Shouping's Hunting Team was just an Intermediate Squad, hunting in familiar territory. As long as they controlled the distance and carefully chose targets to hunt, there shouldn't be any danger.
The unexpected situation today was caused by her.
