Brother, Where Does It Hurt?

Lu Mi's eyes reddened as he snarled, "You old bastard, I'm telling you, this isn't over! Hurry up and take back these damn vines!"

Lu Mi looked ready to skin Yu Tu alive, yet once the vines truly withdrew, he carefully caught him in his arms before he could fall, then landed gently.

No one bothered with Lan Xiao behind Yu Tu. He slammed heavily into the ground with a bang.

Yu Tu still looked somewhat dazed. Staring at Lu Mi, he smiled. "Xiaojiu, you're so fierce..."

"And you still have the mood to smile?"

In that brief moment, Lu Mi's palms had already been soaked through with Yu Tu's blood.

"You old bastard, are you trying to kill me? Where's your Bean Sprout?"

The impact of those words was like a thunderclap dropping from the heavens in the middle of a nightmare.

It crashed heavily into Yu Tu's heart with a bang.

His already pale complexion turned deathly white in an instant. His pupils contracted, and he raised his right hand to press tightly against his chest. Cold sweat immediately soaked through his clothes. His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily.

Though his eyes were open, he seemed trapped in a nightmare.

"Little Black Panther, Little Black Panther... Little Black Panther!"

Lu Mi jumped in fright. The blood pooling in his palm was still warm, and it was clearly flowing faster. Panic filled his face as he answered,

"Brother, I'm here. I'm here..."

Lu Mi lowered his head until his forehead touched Yu Tu's.

"Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong. I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine.

"Brother, you protected Xiaojiu so well. Thank you, Brother. With you here, no one can hurt me..."

Lu Mi comforted him over and over. Yu Tu's emotions finally began to settle,