"Ah—!"
Lu Chengwen and Zhao Ritian stomped their feet together, utterly disappointed.
Long Aotian roared, "You two! Do you have any loyalty at all!?"
Lu Chengwen put on an expression that was both sincere and just a little shameless.
"Big Brother! I can't help it either! She's the strongest one here. By rights, Mo Zigui should be able to handle her, but Mo Zigui has been getting beaten up nonstop lately. Not only have his old wounds not healed, but his true qi is being suppressed by her!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Zhao Ritian said. "We want to help you too, but what can we do?"
After saying that, Zhao Ritian covered his mouth and laughed.
Long Aotian endured the searing pain in his thigh. "Hurry up and think of something!"
"There's nothing we can do!" Lu Chengwen said. "If I didn't have enough brothers and capable bodyguards right now, she'd probably capture me too! But don't worry, Big Brother. We'll stick to the old rules—go back and find Master, then ask the old man to settle this matter!"
Zhao Ritian slapped his thigh. "Exactly! Same routine as when we screwed over Mo Zigui before!"
Long Aotian roared, "By the time you find Master, the Demon Race will have already taken me away!"
Mo Zigui turned back to look at Lu Chengwen and Zhao Ritian. "Fuck, so you three never planned to save me in the first place, did you?"
Lu Chengwen said, "Aren't you perfectly fine now? My Senior Disciple Brother got stabbed in the thigh—how painful must that be? Stop talking. Um... Big Brother, seeing you like this truly pains my heart! Right?"
"Right, right, right!" Zhao Ritian hurriedly raised his head when Lu Chengwen looked at him, trying hard not to laugh. "It's heartbreaking!"
"If I could, I'd even