In the end, Mu Fan was the one who left.
The two walked side by side. Their silhouettes at that moment were so picturesque that Miller nearly offered them his blessing—before gritting his teeth and pounding the ground with his fists.
"Let you be a good guy!"
"Good guy!"
"Good guy, my ass!"
Tears streamed down Miller's face.
The wound to his heart at this moment far exceeded the physical injuries Olsder had inflicted on him earlier.
What should have been a beautiful romance had been ruthlessly strangled just like that.
Miller bit open the wooden stopper on the vial and poured it straight into his mouth.
"A little bitter... Why don't I feel anything?"
"Mm, my stomach feels like it's burning. Is it starting to heal?"
"No... My stomach hurts."
Miller's face went slightly pale as he picked up the second Bai Clan Potion and raised it before his eyes for a closer look.
"The bottom is a self-injection needle. Please remove the protective ring before use..."
At that instant, the eldest son of Grand Duke Alfred, the handsome Mr. Miller, wore an exceedingly colorful expression.
It was an injectable medicine. He had taken it orally.
Such a low-level mistake was simply...
"Ah!!----"
A long, soul-stirring roar came from behind them.
"Could he have run into danger?"
Mu Fan and Lu Qingxue stopped at the same time and exchanged a glance.
But when they realized that cry of "Ah" lasted a full thirty seconds, even containing two breaths and twists that made it especially tortuous and moving...
Mu Fan shrugged. "He should be fine."
"Mm." Lu Qingxue nodded gently.
"The ruins are becoming increasingly unstable. We need to get out as soon as possible." After passing through the rainforest, they saw an array of light beams twice as