"Who's talking?"
The scar-faced man asked instinctively, then realized and looked up at the slender tall man holding a boy under his arm.
Gu Xiaonan, who was trapped in the Divine Binding Net, now stared at him with clear black and white eyes, full of disdain.
The scar-faced man was greatly surprised. "When did you wake up?"
They had smeared a drug on the Divine Binding Net, which could instantly make a Ninth-Grade Mystic Beast fall into a deep sleep for twelve hours.
Hasn't it only been an hour?
He woke up so quickly?
Gu Xiaonan didn't respond to him but instead lifted his small faced and looked at the slender tall man holding him, saying, "This tall uncle can you change positions? I feel like throwing up."
The slender tall man was much calmer than the scar-faced man. "Aren't you afraid?"