As the two of them were talking, Zhao Wuji and the others dashed over all the way, panting as they reached Meng Yiran's side. Oscar looked as tense as a drawn bow, giant beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
He rapidly chanted his soul spell, his hands moving like lightning in a blur that dazzled the eyes, muttering, "I have a big recovery sausage." Following his frantic movements, he instantly produced several big recovery sausages radiating a faint aroma.
Not daring to waste a single second, Oscar immediately handed the sausages to Tang San, his eyes filled with such deep concern and urgency as if he feared being a split second too late.
Chapter 68