Lin Fan was acting, and Xi Xi was completely unaware; she genuinely thought a Demon Beast was chasing them, so she dragged Lin Fan around in frantic escape.
Xi Xi's speed wasn't slow, but it couldn't compare to the explosive speed that Lin Fan could unleash.
Lin Fan was willing to give the other party an opportunity to shine.
So, he pretended to run very slowly, as if saying, "You'll have to pull me along more."
Who knows how long they had been fleeing.
Sweat beads formed on Xi Xi's baby-fat cheeks, her face flushed and rosy, clearly showing signs of exhaustion.
Lin Fan thought it was about time.
The grand finale was ready to roll.
At this moment.
Lin Fan's face gradually turned red, spitting out blood forcibly was truly difficult. Even though he wasn't injured, he had to act like he was—it was truly agonizing.
"What's wrong with you?"
Xi Xi noticed that Lin Fan's complexion seemed off and looked immensely worried.
