LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
117.FALL IN A TRAP.
But then a new feeling of winning over the two of them, something that the Sword Marquise Abode genius disciple had never felt before, was amazed.
Xue Ningxiang immediately returned with wood and made two palanquins.
When he put his second on each stretcher, he,
Tan Wen Hong wanted to apologize but swallowed his words when he saw her dodging her.
It's thundering!
Hearing the sound of thunder, the rain began to fall in the pale forest and help the young trees grow.
Xue Ningxiang tied the palanquin with a rope and trudged through the mud.
Due to heavy rain, rough mountain roads, and blood loss, he fell again and again.
But he punched like a machine, dragging them forward.
He never spoke a word all the time.
Even Xie Tianyang's grievances about revenge became silent.
The two felt increasingly worse the more they looked at Xue Ningxiang's pale face as she pulled them over.
Xie Tianyang was the first to mention expelling him for being weak.
Tan Wen Hong went one step further by rejecting the idea in a dignified manner, only to throw it away as bait not long after.
And now, both of them were in trouble, useless for the next month.
But Xue Ningxiang's heart remained firm and firm, never leaving them.
Both of them felt heavy in their hearts from the huge debt they had for him. How can we repay him?
On the muddy and slippery mountain road, a mound appeared and the Digger Rat appeared.
Now that he saw the little man, his smile was back on his face, since it was lost when he learned of Tan Wen Hong's betrayal.
Afraid of the suffering of the creatures, he banished them before their fight with the seventh elder. But now it's back.
The little man jumped around his feet happily then jumped in front of him.
Xue Ningxiang guessed that it showed the way and dragged a stretcher into a cave.
With pleasure, he pulled the two men into the cave to take shelter from the rain and heal their wounds.
But Tan Wen Hong looked around once and shouted in panic, “We can't stay here, we have to leave now!”
Xue Ningxiang turned to Tan Wen Hong in shock.
Tan Wen Hong spoke as he stared at the weeds around the cave, “That's Calming Grass!”
“Perfect, can help relieve fatigue. What's wrong with that?” Xie Tianyang asked.
Tan Wen Hong said in annoyance, “It is true for humans, but for spiritual beasts, it has a calming effect that attracts spiritual beasts nearby.”
Xie Tianyang is anxious, “That means .. trap?”
Tan Wen Hong nodded, “Ya, a trap made by predators.
Digger Rat pulled here and took us there!”
“Curse, you can bury your head and run, but we have to suffer. Why am I taking you any way? ” Xie Tianyang snapped at the creature.
He was not as brash as his usual, but he was now injured and powerless to withstand the attacks.
In this gloomy state, falling in a trap was the last.
To escape from the seventh elder yet die in the trap of a savage beast was something that this genius disciple could not accept.