Watching Aning being carried on the back of Black Glasses, Wu Xie's face turned somewhat pale as he hurried along with anxious steps.
Fatty was usually talkative, but with everyone moving in a rush right now, no one was in the mood to chat. Although he and Aning always bickered, it was all just in fun.
Now, with the person before them unconscious, if anything happened to her, he figured that the moment he made a joking remark, Tianzhen would glare at him with those big puppy eyes, and Xie Yuchen's sword might just come swinging right at him.
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