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Chen felt something dripping on her face, her nose felt itchy, and she wanted to sneeze.

There was unspeakable pain in her temples on both sides, and her mind was in a blur. It took her a long time to figure out what was going on.

She was directing a battle, then passed out, and that was it.

Is the battle over now?

Chen tried hard to open his eyes, but what he saw was Xing Xiong kneeling in front of him with blood on his face. He was surprised and said: "A Xing, what's wrong with you? Why are you injured?!"

She discovered that it was Star Bear's blood dripping on her face.

Gui forced out a smile and said weakly: "I'm fine. How do you feel, Lao Chen?"

"My head hurts, but it doesn't matter, you..."

Chen wanted to get up and suddenly found himself lying in a narrow room, with Xingxiong holding Prajna in one hand and supporting her with the other.

The ghost was kneeling on the ground because she was carrying a collapsed floor. She didn't know how long she had been holding on, and she didn't know how long she could hold on.

"Old Chen, look there is a small hole over there. Climb out quickly. The sound of fighting outside is very far away. It should be safe, at least safer than here..."

A trace of sand and stone fell from the top of her head. As she spoke, Gui's back became even more stooped, and she could hardly hold on.

Chen's nose became sore, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he begged: "Can we escape together?"

"Okay, of course, you go out first, and I'll come back later. Believe me, I've been around since I was twelve years old, and I always tell the truth..."

Chen bent her waist and slowly crawled towards the narrow gap. She couldn't help but look back at Xing Xiong, trembling her lips to prevent herself from crying.

"Run after you get out, run boldly, don't look back, be careful of getting hurt by me, I am very strong."

Chen climbed out of the gap with difficulty, and kept telling himself in his heart, run, run, keep running. Only by running can he not be overwhelmed by pain and sadness.

She didn't dare to look back, didn't dare to think, didn't even dare to cry, and all the emotions in her heart turned into extreme anger.

Be angry, roar, soaring young dragon.

Xing Xiong thought to herself, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. She no longer had the strength to support herself, and the floor on her back instantly increased dozens of times.

Just when she was about to be crushed, a low voice came from her ear: "How can a ghost who wants to be a hero give up at this time?"

A ray of light penetrated her eyelids, and with a light movement from behind, someone lifted up the floor, leaving enough gap for her to leave.

Xing Xiong wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but the layer of blood covering her eyes made her unable to see anything, and her vision was blood red.

"Who are you?"

she asked.

She suspected that she was having a comeback.

"A desperate man."

"I really have no strength. Can you please help me?"

"All right."

A pair of strong arms picked up the ghost. She tried her best to open her eyes, only to see a pen pinned to the ghost's chest. Then, she was placed on the ground, and no one appeared around her again.

Well, she's still alive and that person has a pen on him.

How is it possible to find someone with only such few details...

Xing Xiong was in a daze and wanted to fall asleep, when she heard voices coming from her ears again, and there were still many people chattering, which seemed to be in Ursus language, but she couldn't understand it at all.

"There is a wounded person over there, she is still alive, she is still breathing!"
Chapter completed!