Seeing Zhang Xiaofan gradually relax his curled-up body, Luo Yunji breathed a sigh of relief.
"Little Senior Brother! Are you feeling better?" Little Fatty gently patted Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder and asked worriedly.
Zhang Xiaofan endured his discomfort and waved a hand, indicating that he was fine now.
Little Fatty stood up and looked toward his other senior brothers, only to find that more or less all of them had blood seeping from their seven orifices. It looked rather terrifying.
Little Fatty scratched his head. Even now, he still could not understand why everyone had ended up like this.
After a long while, Wu Dayi was the first to recover, followed by Zhang Xiaofan. Then the others also let out breaths of relief one after another, lying on the ground without wanting to move an inch.
"I nearly died!" Sixth Senior Brother muttered under his breath.
Seeing that everyone was fine, Little Fatty finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down the worry in his heart, sat down beside Zhang Xiaofan, and started eating snacks.
Sixth Senior Brother lay on the ground. When he turned his head and saw what Little Fatty was doing, his teeth itched with frustration. "Little Junior Brother! Your senior brothers are hurt this badly! Aren't you going to feed us something?"
"Oh!" Luo Yunji swept his eyes over the senior brothers lying on the ground, then pinched a piece of dried fruit from the paper packet in his hand and stuffed it into Zhang Xiaofan's mouth beside him.
And then... there was no then.
"Pfft!"
"Hahaha!"
"Ha... haha!" The other senior brothers all started laughing so hard they coughed. Sixth Senior Brother was so depressed he had no words for it, unsure whether he should cry right now or laugh along with his senior brothers.
"Why