The Holy Son promptly addressed the two of them, "If you have something to say, let's discuss it civilly. Aren't we discussing now?"
Duan Yue retorted bluntly, "You guys are familiar with this route, so you should know about it. There's a narrow entrance up ahead. Can't you find a place to rest after leaving it?"
"If you can't walk, then crawl. If you can't crawl, then stay here and wait for death. No one needs to be responsible for your lives. Your lives are your own, so how do you choose?" Mo Lian coldly left this statement and carried Qiaoqiao as he walked forward.
Little Fatty and the others didn't say anything and followed them willingly.
Qiao Mu raised her small hand, and with a thud, a small bottle landed in front of the person slumped on the ground.
