1717 Face-slapping, Round 7 (9)

Although the prince was a man, he wasn't as capable or as strong as Feng Wu. No matter how hard he tried to run, there was a limit to his strength.

Turning her head, Feng Wu saw that the prince was drained of color. Even his lips were bloodless, and he seemed he was about to pass out. Feng Wu had to stop.

"Are you alright?" Feng Wu stared at him.

The prince was too busy panting to say a word.

He was only able to breathe after a long while. "I can still run… I can…"

Feng Wu frowned. "Are you sure?"

The prince nodded.

Feng Wu then handed him a bottle each of spiritual essence potion and strength potion. "Drink them."

Little Phoenix stomped its foot.

Feng Wu almost used up her potions last time, and she hadn't had time to replenish them yet. Those two bottles were very valuable. How could she have given them away just like that?!

Little Phoenix glared at Feng Wu. "They can save your life at a critical moment!"