Looking at Little Black flying in from the distance, Mist Lord's face showed a trace of confusion.
He turned to Feng Qi, then looked at Little Suction Cup, who was flailing beneath Feng Qi's arm, and could not help asking curiously,
"Why not let her go? She clearly has great strength."
Faced with Mist Lord's question, Feng Qi was momentarily speechless.
At that moment, the narrator's voice rang out in his mind:
I told you, Old Mi only had fuzzy memories because he had not fully recovered, but that did not mean he was stupid. If you told him to go die, why would he agree... Besides, he is still suspicious of your identity and does not completely trust you.
After hearing the narrator's jab, Feng Qi immediately gave up on the idea of continuing to fool Old Mi.
The distance between Little Black and them was still rapidly shrinking.
He had no other choice.
Without further hesitation, he released Little Suction Cup from beneath his arm.
Freed from his restraint, Little Suction Cup climbed up his body in a few jumps and landed on his shoulder. Looking toward Little Black, she put on a fierce little expression.
Then she reached out and rubbed Feng Qi's head.
"Run!"
Before her words had even faded, Feng Qi had already turned and started running.
Yet before they had gone very far, he suddenly felt his running speed slow, as though an invisible force were dragging his body backward.
The sensation grew stronger and stronger. Even in Bone Man Form, Feng Qi was already struggling to resist it.
"Brother, save me!"
As though he had heard Feng Qi's cry, an arm formed from gray mist suddenly grabbed him and dragged him away through the air.
While flying, Feng Qi looked toward the battle