Mr. King let out a slight cry that was still strong enough to startle him. "It's just a minor injury."

An Taotao stared into round eyes, small injury? This deep or a small injury?

After walking for a while, Mr. King's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, his lips turned white, and there was still no expression between his gazes, but An Taotao could feel that he was in pain, and his physical strength was starting to be exhausted. He could not go on like this, he was going to die...

But what was to be done?

An Taotao felt a heavy shoulder. When she turned around, she found...