Vast forest, dark cave.
"Chirp!"
Xiaohu obediently lay on the ground, lifting its paws and exposing its belly for Ning Shuangyu to check its wounds.
Ning Shuangyu lifted the fur on its belly, finding a small bloody hole that was bleeding!
"How did you get hurt?"
Ning Shuangyu slightly frowned, muttering to herself.
Then.
She took out some emergency medicine from a small gourd and gave Xiaohu a simple bandage.
"Alright, rest for a bit!"
She gently patted Xiaohu's head.
"Chirp!"
Xiaohu lifted its head and called out.
Even though it had lost too much blood, making it lethargic.
It still spread its huge wings, sheltering Ning Shuangyu in its gentle embrace, offering a bit of comfort.
"Sigh!"
But at this moment.
The other people's faces showed exhaustion and helplessness:
"All that excitement for nothing!"
Just now, when they saw Xiaohu, they were quite happy—
because Xiaohu could fly!
Maybe it could take them out of this hell!
But unexpectedly!
