"Okay!" Qian Yang stood up and raised Fei Ge on his back, but Ye Shuran's voice came from his ears:

"Goodbye!"

"Hmm?" Qian Yang quickly turned around and said, "Don't you go with me?"

Ye Shuran smiled sweetly: "I'm injured and can't walk. You should go back and find someone quickly. That soul won't last long."

This is the case, but why do you always think something is wrong?

Ye Shuran bit his lip and continued, "Also, thank you for saving me!"

"Uh, you're welcome!" Qian Yang replied subconsciously.

"Then... goodbye!" Ye Shuran tilted his head.

"Well... goodbye?" Qian Yang smiled bitterly.

Of course he couldn't leave, and Qian Yang wouldn't be able to leave the injured Ye Shuran here alone: ​​"Senior sister, it's not safe for you to stay here alone."

Ye Shuran gritted his teeth and stood up slowly: "My cultivation is here. Even if I am injured, the spirit beasts here will not easily attack me. Besides, I will not have the power to protect myself at all. If my junior brother wants to help me, I will bring the news back to the sect quickly, and I will be grateful."

Qian Yang showed a look of embarrassment on his face. Although his IQ would naturally decrease when he was with the goddess in his mind, he knew that Ye Shuran would definitely not be as simple as letting him report the news. This senior sister with spiritual wisdom must have other plans.

But to be honest, Qian Yang and Ye Shuran are not familiar with each other. Several accidental intersections are not enough to allow them to communicate frankly and unobstructedly. There are many words that Qian Yang really doesn't know how to speak.
Chapter completed!