Carried On His Shoulders

Chu Qi had not gone too far. He stood in the shadows outside the door, hearing his master's suppressed, painful panting.

He walked to the door and took a quick look inside. He saw that his master had already been tied to a pillar in the room by Zhao Qian. His lips were dark red, obviously stained by the blood that flowed out when he bit himself.

With only one glance, Chu Qi's pupils shrank violently, and he quickly retreated.

He raised his head and looked at the stars in the night sky. Pursing his lips, he suddenly leaped upward and landed on the roof.

Chu Yi was standing guard in the shadows by the entrance. As Master was taking the antidote, he did not dare to slack off and monitored his surroundings vigilantly.

At this moment, a shadow shot out from the inside like a shooting star, startling Chu Yi. When he finally got a clear look at the shadow's figure, he paused in surprise. "Why is Chu Qi not guarding Master, where is he going this late?"