"I even bought the bastard a drink once, almost introduced my cousin to him, and it turns out this animal was a plant the whole time." Du Duanfeng's mouth was spilling blood as he cursed with a bitter grin, completely ignoring his own injuries.
Right after, Du Duanfeng kept swearing, "Alright, alright, quit howling like idiots. And you, shove those tears back in, I ain't dead yet, and I'm not dying. Hurry up and lift me, take me to Yun Liao for treatment."
"Move!"
"Easy, easy!"
The Yin Yang Family disciples hurriedly and carefully lifted Du Duanfeng up, cautiously carrying him toward Yun Liao, while the others immediately spread out in the rear to stop the Puppets from catching up.
But Du Duanfeng's mouth still couldn't stay idle.
"Someone go check on that bastard Han Wei, see if he's dead yet!"
