"Hm —"
Ling Hao burst into tears, and Wang Zhi sobbed.
"Who… Who says I'm dead?!"
All of a sudden!
They heard an angry roar.
What?!
They turned around and stared at Cheng Fang.
He wasn't dead!
Yes, Cheng Fang was alive.
Next to him was a pool of purplish blood.
He was pale and weak, but his eyes were wide open as he beamed at his friends.
"Cheng Fang, you're alive!" Ling Hao slapped Cheng Fang on the chest.
Cheng Fang coughed.
The venom hadn't killed him, but Cheng Fang's smack almost made him choke.
"Sorry, buddy. I didn't mean to! I was just too excited!" Ling Hao scrambled to give Cheng Fang a hand. "How are you doing? Feeling better?"
Cheng Fang was finally breathing normally, and he shook his head at Ling Hao. "You almost knocked the air out of me."
Seeing that Cheng Fang was in better shape, Ling Hao held Cheng Fang's other wrist that hadn't been cut open and checked his pulse.
