"Creak!"
Fanli pushed open the door and walked in.
He first went to the sword maid's side and reached out to check her breathing.
The sword maid stared at Fanli with her eyes wide open.
"I'm... staring."
Fanli shook his head and said:
"What if you die without closing your eyes?"
"..." Sword maid.
Feeling relieved, Fanli dumped the person he was carrying on his shoulder onto the floor and untied the burlap sack.
Chen Daole was still in a daze,
Fanli picked up a nearby basin and splashed a basin of cold water on Chen Daole's face.
"Splash!"
Chen Daole opened his eyes and saw Fanli standing in front of him.
Fanli slammed a fist into his abdomen, followed by a kick.
After a series of punches and kicks,
Chen Daole was curled up on the ground, like a wounded quail.
"I... where am I... who are you?" Chen Daole asked with some difficulty.
"Don't think about running away or resisting, just be honest, or I'll beat you up."
Chen Daole: "I didn't resist..."
