Meng Xinian slanted him a look, then reached his hand out to him.
Wei Yixi looked at him and grabbed his hand.
Meng Xinian gave a hard tug and hauled him up.
"You can still walk, right?"
Last night Wei Yixi's foot had also been a bit injured; while he was running, a flying stone had smacked into his calf.
Normally, for them, this kind of minor injury didn't count as anything.
But with other wounds on their bodies, and given that they hadn't eaten, drunk, or slept for a full day and night, this kind of injury could sometimes just pull them down into a deadly disadvantage.
"I might not even be slower than you if we run."
When Wei Yixi said this, he wasn't sure in his own heart, because his calf had been hurting all night.
But once he stood up, he actually found that spot didn't hurt anymore!
And now he clearly noticed that his energy had recovered a lot!
